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July 2012 ~ Solitary Contemplations
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The waltz of a quill. The waltz of a quill. Jul 3, 2012. She was smiling as I chased her around.Her legs carried her puny frame fast enough, but not fast enough for me to catch up. Yet, I slowed down to let her feel as though she was unreachable. But, when I heard her falling short of breath, all it took was two strides to catch her by her waist and haul her up on my shoulder. The sounds of our laughter rang in my ears, even after she lay in the bed with the wires running around her failing body. I am br...
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Of beginnings and endings ! ~ Solitary Contemplations
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The waltz of a quill. The waltz of a quill. Jan 20, 2012. Of beginnings and endings! I read her heart and understood that she too had apprehensions about her beginning. When I stretched out my hand to her, she held it tightly and whispered softly to me “I, unlike you, do not care about my ending. All I wish is that I am one of those reserved for happiness. I hope I am born out of happiness! Unknown to us the day arrived. The two tear drops served their special purposes along with fulfilling their dreams ...
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Compassion ? ~ Solitary Contemplations
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The waltz of a quill. The waltz of a quill. May 25, 2012. There were cold stares, no doubt and each pair of eyes radiated as much hatred as anybody could muster. The sea of hostile eyes was not something she had not expected. What took her by surprise, was that single pair of greenish brown eyes of a stranger. They seemed to be giving a knowing look, a look of apathy and compassion, almost. She drew several pairs of eyes on the walls when she felt she couldn't take it. Was not the right word. For was ser...
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Pellucid ~ Solitary Contemplations
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The waltz of a quill. The waltz of a quill. Sep 6, 2011. 8220;In spite of the darkness around, I can see your curled up silhouette on the bed. I wish I could come and hug you while you are in your sweet siesta and you would not know of it! I wish I could kiss your forehead and run my hands through your hair while you are lost in dreamland. I wish I could understand what you mumble, see what you see when you lay oblivious of the cruel world outside. I wish I could hold you close when you shiver in sleep.
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May 2012 ~ Solitary Contemplations
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The waltz of a quill. The waltz of a quill. May 25, 2012. There were cold stares, no doubt and each pair of eyes radiated as much hatred as anybody could muster. The sea of hostile eyes was not something she had not expected. What took her by surprise, was that single pair of greenish brown eyes of a stranger. They seemed to be giving a knowing look, a look of apathy and compassion, almost. She drew several pairs of eyes on the walls when she felt she couldn't take it. Was not the right word. For was ser...
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Invitation ~ Solitary Contemplations
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The waltz of a quill. The waltz of a quill. Mar 15, 2012. My name she whispers, ever so softly. Her fingers, they caress me. Calling me, she has been, forever. Her invite, it tempts me. 8220; Do not resist me. 8221;, she says in her honey voice. 8220; One day, you will, just like the others. 8221;, she had smirked at me. She smiled victoriously for she had attracted yet another victim. Accepting her invitation was worth the sights and the pleasures she had to offer. Contentment, I felt. Plus the dancing ...
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Every afternoon.. ~ Solitary Contemplations
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The waltz of a quill. The waltz of a quill. Apr 20, 2012. I sipped tea while she sipped coffee as the music of rain pouring down upon the asbestos sheeted roof filled the room. She looked at the rain drops clinging onto the glass pane while I looked at the tear drops clinging onto her cheek. Her heart wished to see the beautiful patterns of the drops of rain on the glass pane while my heart wished to see her flawless cheek dotted by drops of her tears which, she never wiped away. I just made her cry every.
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All that blah ~ Solitary Contemplations
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The waltz of a quill. The waltz of a quill. All the written content on this blog is the outcome of my own imagination.The content maybe reproduced with my permission and only if it is accredited to my name in big bold alphabets. Any resemblance to any other content is purely coincidental.Either that or I have been inspired way too much. Comments are those energy boosters that can make a writer's day. But, it doesn't mean that you have to say only nice things.I would love to hear what you think of...Waite...
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Winds of change ~ Solitary Contemplations
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The waltz of a quill. The waltz of a quill. May 19, 2012. She smiled as she passed. Towards her, my heart leapt. To strings, she was never attached. To her free spirit, I surrendered. Blinded as I was, by her charm that the winds of change, I never noticed. She left but, her essence lingered. Memories of her caresses remained. The path she took was where my gaze was fixated. By the coaxing breeze, I remained untouched. Bitter, I grew; Cold, I stood. October 16, 2012 at 5:38 PM. Thank you so much Anisha!
