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Prudvi Raj..: The Monsoon

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Sunday, August 7, 2016. The first drops, like diamonds in muddy lands. Announcing the arrival of mighty thunders, wet storms. The birds scared away, running into their familiar darkness. The river bursts in joyous tears. The trees twist and turn, can't run. The pain of the summer heat, paid off. On time this time, an old friend visits. Pushes away the sun with a mighty swing of its wings. I bear witness to the unbearable force of nature. My dear nature,. Of which I am so scared, yet long.

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Prudvi Raj..: What is Death metal? But why?

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Friday, September 30, 2016. What is Death metal? It's hard to say, really. Well, the growls are there for a reason. They express things which words by themselves can't express well. Mostly sad things. Sometimes angry things. Sometimes brutal things. Mostly a combination. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). What is Death metal? Hyderabad, AP, India. If you guess that I am the sort of guy who isn't usually really moved by the many things going around, you are not far away from the raw truth.

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Prudvi Raj..: This Hollowness

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Thursday, October 20, 2016. This hollowness in me. In what I'd like to call. Me. Its deep and it is dark. It is so deep and dark. That I am afraid of it. Of looking into it. Of delving in it. Of diving into it. I am so afraid of this dark pit. Most times, I act like it doesn't exist. Fact is, it just is. No meaning or verse. No poem in its depth. No flavor or rhyme. Very hard to find. Its the futility of this life. It is where everything is coming from. Where everything ends up. Of happiness, sad.

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Prudvi Raj..: She's got Wings

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Tuesday, November 8, 2016. She feels too much. When she loves, she loves to her last breathe. She foregoes everything and everyone for love. She gives it the power to destroy her. She knows of no other way. She loves with every bit of her energy. And she is a fighter. She fights for the love she deserves. Nothing less. Even after seeing what love can do to her. She knows she will be beaten again. Her scars remind her the pain she has endured. She is magic because she isn't afraid to be vulnerable.

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Prudvi Raj..: October 2016

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Thursday, October 20, 2016. This hollowness in me. In what I'd like to call. Me. Its deep and it is dark. It is so deep and dark. That I am afraid of it. Of looking into it. Of delving in it. Of diving into it. I am so afraid of this dark pit. Most times, I act like it doesn't exist. Fact is, it just is. No meaning or verse. No poem in its depth. No flavor or rhyme. Very hard to find. Its the futility of this life. It is where everything is coming from. Where everything ends up. Of happiness, sad. Subscr...

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Prudvi Raj..: February 2016

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Saturday, February 6, 2016. About Descartes and his philosophy. The most important thing, for me, that Descartes does is search for an ultimate truth. One that is self evident, that which exists, and doesn’t need anything else to exist. Be associated with this substance - i.e. a thought must not. Be able to exist by itself without the thinker. As empiricists simply ask, ‘How do you know? 8217; So, it isn’t all that ultimate, is it? Links to this post. I think therefore I am. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).

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Prudvi Raj..: These Sunday Mornings

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Sunday, October 2, 2016. Lazy as a log. Don't want to move out of here. But so much guilt. So much fear. I'd rather have a nice time. Gulp a beer. But no, chores wait. Need to get them clear. Here I am, fighting my demons. Things to do, over things to dream. A cozy afternoon, is way too costly. I need to get up, get my hands dirty. Pretending that I have a choice. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Found in waking light. Hyderabad, AP, India. View my complete profile. 8213; Charles Bukowski.

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Prudvi Raj..: Memories

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Friday, August 5, 2016. Stacks of CDs piled together one after another. Cycle tubes thrown together, in this particular sequence. Slices of cake, before they are cut. They happened for real. Or so you fear. How far from truth can be a memory. How wrong can be the grey matter stickers. Impersonating time in their mirrors. The regrets and remorse, they don't quit. The love and hypocrisy. Which makes memories sweet. Or turns you into blasphemy. But if only you could have been better. It is there, time.

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Prudvi Raj..: September 2016

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Friday, September 30, 2016. What is Death metal? It's hard to say, really. Well, the growls are there for a reason. They express things which words by themselves can't express well. Mostly sad things. Sometimes angry things. Sometimes brutal things. Mostly a combination. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). What is Death metal? Hyderabad, AP, India. If you guess that I am the sort of guy who isn't usually really moved by the many things going around, you are not far away from the raw truth.

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Prudvi Raj..: March 2016

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Sunday, March 20, 2016. A River Runs Through It. Broke the guitar. Still Alive. Thank you, Harper Lee. What the fuck is a phone and why can’t it charge itself? Some love was made for the lights,. Some kiss your cheek n’ good night. The bridges I’ve burnt. Some stagger and fall,. After all, it’s not easy. I love you in my own way. And with nothing less than everything I have. I know the pieces fit,. 8216;coz I watched them fall away. Why is the rum always gone? Comeback if you want to. Links to this post.