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Reflections: March 2015
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Saturday, March 21, 2015. My insides scream, trapped in a halo. Of overwhelming desire to burn, burn. Burn and run; cry out as I float away. To that what I see beyond, yonder,. Far from these childish cravings of a. Life well lived and lessons learned. Painfully; the twitches and shudders. Of groans and moans lay still in the. Rudders of insanity, claw fiercely against. These crimson strings, twanged amidst. The pangs of flesh; subsiding tinges growing. Shades of grey as everything wanes.
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Reflections: Walk
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Thursday, April 30, 2015. Trust your scampering feet. Don’t run. They’ll know, they’ll know. You aren’t one of them. Scary movies. Have it right. Sounds stir the darkness,. Light abates the frenzy of the night. Eyes dead, they glean the life. Straying from your breath,. Search your soul for the erratic. Sprakle of humanity; something. They lost in the pyre of existence. You’re still human. Watching the. Tremors of madness shifting. In caustic winds; swirling carnage. Trapped in the havoc of conviction.
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Reflections: Linger
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Saturday, April 25, 2015. Is it too early to embark on a reverie. Of longing; dawn envelopes my being,. Cradled in silence, bluesy warmth. Straddles the grey, shoving, craning. Does the light streaming in, bounce off. Into the abyss of insignificance;. Shimmers of sweat dance naked amidst. Electrified hairs, truants of vainglory? Educe fragments of lost memories,. Etching transparent silhouettes and. Screeches trapped in perpetuity;. My longings trace the ache of the night. Linger on and on?
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Reflections: Rust
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Thursday, December 04, 2014. It ached against the stillness of. Her being. Intrusive, agitated;. Crawling past deafening colours. Splattered across her seams. Screams muffled in deadened spaces,. Transients trapped; struggling to stay. Afloat as swirling shimmers of. Life engulfed her pallid breath. Buoyant, her cognizance pulled. From the ebbing depths of past-. Forgiven tragedies buried abyssal;. A flickering scintillation; writhing,. Rupturing the pressure, breaking. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Reflections: Murder
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Saturday, September 01, 2012. I know it when the chill climbs. Up my spine from within deep;. The murder she wrote begins. To play, its ache unfurling in. Tangents of cruel inevitability. Convulsions; resigned tremors. Of solitude as my fingers creep. Inside the crevice of my being,. A string of crimson stuck as i. Pull them out; a reminder of. Fertility coughed out by my walls. I hardly mind this alienation. From my own; the massacre. Accumulating in clots in my pants. Hardly blink as drops lazy down.
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Reflections: January 2013
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Thursday, January 17, 2013. I was born in a Hindu family, have followed Hindu traditions, still celebrate festivals even though am a non-believer now. Above all, I consider myself as someone who respects a person’s resolve to hang on to faith. It is between him/her and his/her god. So, when I came across the article ‘Don’t Like This Temple? One does have to take exception to the reference of ‘Following in the footsteps of our British rulers, who despite their disdain for our gods and goddesses̷...
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Reflections: Diffuse
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Friday, August 30, 2013. Red, red, red in the oranges. Of claustrophobic totality,. She roams crazed. Tearing. Apart those tears of rage,. Hopes set under her hoods. The rot crawls up her veins,. Fed in the luxury of screams. Tight; a cold compress of. Thawing claws deep within. Unfurls and unfolding, those. Swirls of early grey, preys of. I become her, armor of blood. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). There was an error in this gadget. Hide or seek.weak hearted dont visit! View my complete profile.
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Reflections: Fire
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Saturday, March 21, 2015. My insides scream, trapped in a halo. Of overwhelming desire to burn, burn. Burn and run; cry out as I float away. To that what I see beyond, yonder,. Far from these childish cravings of a. Life well lived and lessons learned. Painfully; the twitches and shudders. Of groans and moans lay still in the. Rudders of insanity, claw fiercely against. These crimson strings, twanged amidst. The pangs of flesh; subsiding tinges growing. Shades of grey as everything wanes.
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Reflections: Puzzled
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Sunday, August 11, 2013. To all and none. They float by,. But you. Pieces,. Ashes of a puzzle,. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). There was an error in this gadget. Hide or seek.weak hearted dont visit! Of Rakhi-tied Knights and Forgiving Fathers. And yes, my blog, 'Hide or Seek' is kind of graphic. View my complete profile. Travel template. Powered by Blogger.
