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Dust to dust | mightseemmad
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A world of words. May 11, 2016. I’m 21 and already I am beginning to find my life oddly blase. I have shifted four homes in the past few years and am planning to shift again in a few months. I suppose this is the onset of early depression, something poetic like alienation or existentialism ( I can almost swear Conrad will write about me now). But I know quite frankly, I am bored. I had dreams of travelling the world, backpack slung, hand in hand with someone I enjoy kissing. I would laugh at his absu...
Things I would do if I learnt I was dying | mightseemmad
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A world of words. Things I would do if I learnt I was dying. September 2, 2015. Source: Things I would do if I learnt I was dying. My dad was a Piscean. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email.
Some Nights | mightseemmad
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A world of words. January 22, 2016. I haven’t written something in so long, I have forgotten how to write. But then in the middle of the night, when the world is in silent storm, I sense the falling breath of a leaf and I quiver awake, sweating and mumbling, and I know you heard me. Miles away from me, under the covers of a darkened sleep, I know the whisper of a tiny broken wing reaches you. And I know that for a second, your left eye fluttered open and looked for me. This entry was tagged comfort.
Bonds | mightseemmad
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A world of words. September 2, 2015. Mock teacher and doctor games,. Where do they all begin? I remember the day she grasped the corners of the bookshelf and hoisted herself up, a look of triumph in her tiny blue-black eyes. My eyes lit up with a strange amalgam of melancholy and joy. Your first few stumbling footsteps were my nemesis. I see your little tiny feet resting on my bosom as you float around in your yellow race-car world, unaware of foe, of sorrow, of sin. I hear Abba playing “slipping t...
Hardly a welcome affair | mightseemmad
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A world of words. Hardly a welcome affair. November 8, 2015. I am not your childhood’s blooming love,. Clad in school uniform, hair tied up in a plait. You won’t have to cycle your way into my heart. I won’t keep you waiting. I am your towel-wrapped mermaid,. Hair open and flying, mesmerized by your eyes. I am not your growing up. Your odd birthday party with adolescents wearing multicolour hats and cake on your face. A picture of a large group. I am not your open umbrella, your protection, your refuge.
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BEE Books: The Idea of Something New. BEE Books: The Idea of Something New. BEE Books: What is NaNoWriMo? Posted by Aniesha Brahma. On Oct 24, 2016. NaNoWriMo is the short form of National Novel Writing Month. Every year in November, thousands of writers come together to hammer out 50,000 words in 30 days. It doesn’t matter if you’re in India or Australia or the United States. Anyone can join in this little time of writing dangerously. BEE Books: The Idea of Something New. Posted by Esha Chatterjee.
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A woman like you | theunbearablelightnessofwriting
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A woman like you. Have you ever heard a song which you knew would be your soul-song from the moment your ears feasted on it? A song so lyrical that you felt helpless at the power its words could wield? A song, that by now, you have dissected to its very last vein, and look forward to that one faint ugly beat? A song that reassured you that there was beauty in love lost? A sad, almost poetic beauty, but beauty nevertheless. There are moments, and I am not making this up, when certain phrases from my song ...
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Oil on Oak | theunbearablelightnessofwriting
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The fire was dying. When the rain fell dark and blue. Heather and twigs had burnt all night. And I woke up in the forest,. For light to pierce the melting leaves.). But you kept falling. Any trace of golden smoke,. Until the round blotch of inky black. Became a fallen feather. You followed me down to the clearing. Where the flowers,. The worm complained to nobody in particular. The dark green shadow deepened. The great bay of clouds swelled;. A thrush sat under a leaf. As you wiped the fog off my glasses.
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The House That Dust Built. The House That Dust Built. For directors who still haven’t found the footing and have an aptitude for music. On Things I would do if I learnt…. On In my head. On A haiku for the night. On The Sound of Silence. Ritwik on The Sound of Silence. The House That Dust Built. For directors who still haven’t found the footing and have an aptitude for music. On Things I would do if I learnt…. On In my head. On A haiku for the night. On The Sound of Silence. Ritwik on The Sound of Silence.
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The Sound of Silence | theunbearablelightnessofwriting
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The Sound of Silence. Alphabets. Syllables. Words. Sentences. Language. Speech. Sound. How often are we grateful for the gift of speech we’re bestowed with? The ability to voice our feelings, choices and rights? To protest against the. To be able to create cacophony when the bus is moving like a sloth? To have a hearty laugh? To cheer in unison for your team? To sing a song? Did they meet at the same school where they learn to speak in sign languages? As they continued their animated conversation, the.
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a birthday poem | theunbearablelightnessofwriting
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For the cherry blossom girl. Between all the wine bottles you paint,. And the fairy lights which cause. That toothy smile of yours,. In all the phallic art. And faces you make,. Amidst the old yellow bricks. And all the lips you read,. November 3, 2015. Laquo; Previous Post. Next Post ». Leave a Reply x. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. The House That Dust Built.
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In my head | theunbearablelightnessofwriting
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The only thing I will probably remember about today is smoke rising up from the burning ghat. In the rain. The smell of both forms a heady mixture that drifts invisibly through the drizzle. Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust. I shuddered. That is actual human flesh rising up in the air. Flesh and soul and memories and spaces. Waltzing with the vapours rising up from the parched city. And the prayers and sighs. Monsoon sure took it time to arrive, bringing in its train. S a glorious thunder,. S a glorious howl.
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Evensong | theunbearablelightnessofwriting
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Squatting behind the car park. On one specked and dented mulberry green. Smoke rings and glasses and all. Bits and pieces of the pale sunlight. From the dense foliage above,. On a late spring afternoon. In the midst of Viva la Gloria and alley ways,. Ferns begin to look like the willowy curtains. Smelling of wax,. While wind through the backyard. The song of the trees. The green road turned. As birds, threw us a sidelong glance. Vehement in their evensong,. April 9, 2016. Laquo; Previous Post.
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A haiku for the night. The Sound of Silence. The House That Dust Built. For directors who still haven’t found the footing and have an aptitude for music. On Things I would do if I learnt…. On In my head. On A haiku for the night. On The Sound of Silence. Ritwik on The Sound of Silence. The House That Dust Built. For directors who still haven’t found the footing and have an aptitude for music. On Things I would do if I learnt…. On In my head. On A haiku for the night. On The Sound of Silence.
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On repainting the college building | theunbearablelightnessofwriting
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On repainting the college building. Every time I return,. After the end of first year. Or the second,. It feels like a new place. All the stories gone,. Replaced by the odour of new colours,. The stickiness I am not used to. And little splash marks on the floor. Where the brush was a little careless about the edges. Let the fern and the fade be. Shabby people are usually nice. Just like shabby things feel familiar. With the odd sense of comfort. And all that history. Those black marks rain. Or the second,.
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Past process / process past. Always with manufacturing, materials flow on my mind, I noticed this passage in James Joyce’s Ulysses: Where are our missing [] potteries and textiles, the finest in the whole world! And our wool that was sold in Rome in the time of Juvenal and our flax and our damask from the looms of Antrim and […]. Where, ware, wear. Good to have your rituals in place. Since it’s too late, then what does one choose to do? 2015 Might Say Anything. Theme by Theme Trust.
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A world of words. Chivalry is in a jar. June 27, 2016. The flowers have wilted. You have broken off the knob that opens your blue door. The sun doesn’t creep inside on bright mornings. The sky hasn’t smiled on you for ages. There is a death inside you I cannot describe for words are too few and dark passages are narrow and scary. There is no more to your story. You are a world, a dying fire, a putrid flesh form. You were a star faintly twinkling when I met you on the bridge on a warm February evening.
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