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no feelings | dעr tאlmid
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I’m on the bus. Meet me at the terminal. We’ll watch departing airplanes together. A therapy for losers. I’m aimlessly fumbling in my pockets. You’re looking at the oversized baby. 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. Take off t...
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dertalmid | dעr tאlmid
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An anatomy of love. It doesn’t have any feelings. Neither any sense of belonging. Whether you’re living. Or simply not loving. Inside – Around. I’ll rescind myself from further. Meandering between right or wrong,. And let my consciousness. To have a tête-à-tête with my eternal. Soul, while my intoxicated body will be. Occupying an empty couch in the nucleus of. The void of your universal love. A witchcraft is slowly turning into. A witch-hunt; Rangers won. Do you hear, – a cancer growing? Looks – T...
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a sentient | dעr tאlmid
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I almost failed to remember. My obligation to see myself. Withdrawing from my mental exile. In a self induced coma. A State of the Union. All buses are sponsored. And waiting under the bridge. Away from the Eye of the Beholder. Away from the Thunderstorm of Hail and Fire. The path to the dystopian future. Is laid out through the parting of mind. Don’t jest and perform miracles. While stuck in limbo. Frozen in salto mortale. Over abyss of self awareness. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here.
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an introspection | dעr tאlmid
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And our heads were aslant. And our smiles were wry. And our eyes were impudent and dry. And all our limbs, were not our limbs. And all our thoughts were prosthetic. And the serpent was naked too. And my baggy pants were the witnesses to the trespass. And all the sand from sand-clocks won’t be enough. To bury our guilt. And the Death has forsaken us. In our castles of dirt. And Joseph became second to the Pharaoh. And the father has found his son. And the Messiah is waiting by the gates of the City. Arkad...
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dעr tאlmid | the apprentice | Page 2
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I took a train. After becoming ten, I started to travel by myself. To my grandparents; to a different town, by an afternoon train. It was usually taking more than four hours to get there;. The train was moving slow, making a lot of stops. I was eating sandwich with a few apples. While looking at the changing images behind the window. Wheels were repeating their mantra again-and-again. 8220;Thaa-dumm, thaa-dumm, thaa-dumm.”. An Old Car was squeaking, shrieking, whistling;. To an ancient dusty town. But co...
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Reflections | dעr tאlmid
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A collection of poems is finally out in paperback and Kindle format. Http:/ www.amazon.com/Reflections-Through-Kaleidoscope-collection-poems/dp/153275695X/ref=sr 1 2? Ie=UTF8&qid=1461069848&sr=8-2&keywords=arkady sandler. Follow dעr tאlmid on WordPress.com. An anatomy of love. Inside – Around. A morning to work, a morning to rest. Follow Blog via Email. Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. Join 867 other followers. 420 ways to reach the sun. Send t...
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“…better left unsaid”. – Vintage Vow
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Calm Collected. Chaotic. 8220;…better left unsaid”. June 18, 2016. February 16, 2017. 8216;Why have you stopped writing? 8217;, he asked. 8216;I can not seem to fathom my thoughts’. I replied. 8216;Is it because of me? 8217;, he whispered. No Don’t be silly. It has got nothing to do with you’. I said. Unsure of who I was trying to convince. 8216;Then why have you deleted all your previous posts? It’s stupid of you’. He said. 8216;Doesn’t matter, those weren’t good any way’. I spoke. A little too pissed.
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About me – Vintage Vow
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Calm Collected. Chaotic. A nineteen year old girl from India, with an affinity for words, books, cats, coffee, Italian food, Owl City and the colour black. Currently pursuing an undergraduate degree in ‘Journalism and mass communication’. Along with devouring books of all genres, loves poetry and aspire to become a writer. 24 Comments Add yours. March 26, 2016 at 8:40 am. Liked by 1 person. March 27, 2016 at 2:16 pm. I know who u are …. nd i srsly love ur writings. Nd one more thing u r so beautiful 😍.
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‘The time when I got lost in translation’. – Vintage Vow
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Calm Collected. Chaotic. 8216;The time when I got lost in translation’. December 4, 2016. February 7, 2017. Noises. Everywhere I turned, there were noises. Blowing of horns, people yelling, strangers whispering, children passing by. It felt like I was stuck there, right in the centre. A time-lapse. Everything was happening so fast. I witnessed it all, everything that went wrong, and everything that has happened since. I stopped believing. I quit feeling. Days passed in a blur. I attended ever...I knew I ...
