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The audacity of hope | A(My)-Hyphenated-Life
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Unending horizon →. The audacity of hope. July 16, 2015. Hoping to find the new. The new in times. The new in chimes. The new in me. The courage to be. When I left,. To see me grow. To ease the blow. For when I’d fall. 8216;n to laugh at it all. I swayed to the tune. That was never mine. I jumped in awe. At all the shine. For the very brief time. 8216;n greyness abound. For once, I took. All the darkness inside. As part of the. That I’d set out to find. There were but few. That sought none from, me.
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Newer posts →. To the friend who has decided to disappear on me. February 18, 2015. I don’t know if I am still entitled to address you as. Yes, I have lost one too many friends – some to the changing priorities of life, some to shifts across the vast expanse of geography, while many others purely to the diminished interest in a once-significant part of their. But losing a friend because you’re a bit more affectionate towards them than you are supposed to, is just too sad, don’t you think? When I asked yo...
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Unending horizon | A(My)-Hyphenated-Life
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The audacity of hope. December 20, 2015. I sit at the shore sometimes. Looking to the unending horizon. The crimson of the setting Sun. Merging with the misty blues. Eternity, maybe for them to meet. Life’s too short to wait that long. Written: 12 May 2015, 08:00 pm. Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window). Click to share on Google (Opens in new window). Click to email (Opens in new window). A Meddling Robot ...
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untitled | A(My)-Hyphenated-Life
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December 29, 2015. I feel the pull of the bygone. Let the violent waves crash upon. Feel the sand slip beneath the feet. Taste blood in a moment’s fury. But find alive, a heart that beats. The gravity, n all it’s strength. In the silent greyness. Written: 6 August 2015, 09:25 pm. Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window). Click to share on Google (Opens in new window). Click to email (Opens in new window).
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Epitome of Contradiction | A(My)-Hyphenated-Life
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Fault in her stars. March 26, 2015. A cold penetrating gaze. Warmth in your embrace. An epitome of contradiction. This how your World feel? Real, yet strangely a dream. Dare I say a secret? I roam in a parallel Universe. Isn’t it waste to walk along. Yet, never together long? Hope against all hope. An epitome of contradiction. Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window). Click to email (Opens in new window).
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Absence | A(My)-Hyphenated-Life
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The audacity of hope →. March 29, 2015. When the day goes to sleep,. Night wails in the darkness. For in the light of day,. It can’t exist. But in it’s absence,. The night feels less alive. Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window). Click to share on Google (Opens in new window). Click to email (Opens in new window). Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Address never made public). Reading a book...
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Mathangi | A(My)-Hyphenated-Life
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December 29, 2015. I feel the pull of the bygone. Let the violent waves crash upon. Feel the sand slip beneath the feet. Taste blood in a moment’s fury. But find alive, a heart that beats. The gravity, n all it’s strength. In the silent greyness. Written: 6 August 2015, 09:25 pm. Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window). Click to share on Google (Opens in new window). Click to email (Opens in new window).
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Reminiscence | A(My)-Hyphenated-Life
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December 26, 2015. The burnt old bridges. Why call for me to mend? I’m just a lone soul. How could I do this alone? The inherent need to mend. Everything that’s been jarred. The unending sense of obligation. Is a force tearing me apart. Why don’t all questions,. Just find their own answers? Why don’t chaotic thoughts,. Just line themselves to sense? Why I am all abashed,. While you carry on much like,. There was a never a string attached. Never a broken word. Never a failed attempt. Like the burnt bridge.
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Fault in her stars.. | A(My)-Hyphenated-Life
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Epitome of Contradiction →. Fault in her stars. March 23, 2015. Before an approaching storm. Grey skies and falling stars. A quietude of her present. Threatened by a past. Oh so perilous future. For the fault is in her stars. Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window). Click to share on Google (Opens in new window). Click to email (Opens in new window). Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Readin...