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Piper's Paradox: creeping reality...
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Friday, March 03, 2006. This one's about drugs and addiction to drugs. Rising everyday, facing the same old face on the wall;. The panic returns the norm, the norm of being normal;. Creeping and crawling scratching every corner, creeping thou shall to strife;. Living the slow seconds tick, frantasize all around beholding the second life;. Friends, friends no more ;love, love no more ;life, life no more;. Longing for the sting, the breath, the lash to heal this wound gone so sore;. Dying every second tick...
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--Vind: February 2007
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Tuesday, February 06, 2007. Goodbye dear land, the shores sprinkling. Sacred blood on broken doorsteps. The beetle leaf forests.the pigeon holes, would. Our strands be your roots and your twigs again? The smiles within our pink. Graves safely buried, now we meander this. Rigmarole as empty shells - once home. Tattered as it may, would I attain bliss. In the maternal lap again? Yellow bicarbonate bombs, smoke-stealing. The blessed sundays and the purple sunsets. Deafened by the wail of a motherless child.
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--Vind: January 2007
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Monday, January 29, 2007. Bounded covers, bunch of papers. A margined some, a crumpled others. Scribbled centers, washed corners. Treasured randoms, bookmarked halves. Love letters and suicide notes. Sharing the same left edges. Just words for the reader? Famous quotes, funny notes. Phone numbers and emails. Some in bold and some strikedthrough. To cling to, or to stay away? The ink may fade, the bind may fall. Pages flipped, some will tear. Some may fetch a penny or two. Thursday, January 18, 2007.
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--Vind: Router, The
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Monday, March 05, 2007. With no regard for crimson four-twentys. Or transparent twilight liquids. The expressionless reaching-outs with. Inanimate siblings from my rear,. Through metallic tails perennially kissing the walls. Blind munching of random bits. At the whim of these tissued ignorants. Blissfully behind the comp. Winking existential LEDs randomly. To please the educated few. Peering into me shamelessly. This one was working fine just a moment ago". But after the surge I still blink.
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--Vind: Darkness
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Tuesday, March 27, 2007. Skipping stones, near government hospital backs amidst dead floating on-lookers. Searching smashed-flat insects on windshields of forgotten cars. Hopping across remnants of branches, blackened by the winter. Breaking pollen residues on top of used bleaching agent barrels. Listening for that out of sync blare from the police siren. Blindfolded against contemporariness, blinded by simplicity. These pleasures - too small, too dark, too itchy for sophistication to ponder.
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Piper's Paradox: Never say live
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Wednesday, April 26, 2006. Cowards are those trying to please life;. Never will they ever say die, life torn soul in strife;. Cowards are those, scared of losing it;. Life has never been, and never will be closely knit;. You live the life as an honest soul, with all the dignity;. Equal are those, whose daily food is their serendipity;. Never have you thought of pain, and never will you;. Never faced justice, never will do;. Shunned him for he’s a sinner;. For he dies a thousand deaths, even as he lives;.
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Piper's Paradox: Rinsing Rust
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Friday, March 03, 2006. Is love just an emotion, with memories tainted;. Somewhere in the corner, this filth with wrath anointed;. Taking its own course, these meandering rivers;. Stretched and battered at all corners, stripped and faded of its colors;. The mind still breathes, least for the sake of its counterpart;. Poisoning itself to its slow demise, how heartless is this heart;. And the song keeps playing, the same guitar gutless;. Moving on…growing more rusted with each right turn;.
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--Vind: April 2007
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Tuesday, April 17, 2007. First in class and captain of the A team, how does he manage to do that? Probably preparing for their mid-terms. It would be so much fun if I were in hostel too. I could do whatever I want. No permissions for anything.". I should have told mom that Hindi class was four hours long. I'm officially going to be one eared today. Mom's going to find out all my lies when she meets the Princi.". If only I had the watch on while I was playing. Wait a minute! Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Piper's Paradox: April 2006
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Wednesday, April 26, 2006. Cowards are those trying to please life;. Never will they ever say die, life torn soul in strife;. Cowards are those, scared of losing it;. Life has never been, and never will be closely knit;. You live the life as an honest soul, with all the dignity;. Equal are those, whose daily food is their serendipity;. Never have you thought of pain, and never will you;. Never faced justice, never will do;. Shunned him for he’s a sinner;. For he dies a thousand deaths, even as he lives;.
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Piper's Paradox: March 2006
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Friday, March 03, 2006. Life is not a bed of roses, it has never been;. Of all the riches and pleasures, I’ve seen;. Life is not a bed of thorns, it has never been;. Of all the sadness and perils I’ve seen;. Is it not worth a life…living it unlived? People don’t realize….life’s not about living;. Love maybe about sharing and caring;. But life is about dying and daring;. Who said life is fair and love is sweet;. Stripped and torn bare, betrayal is all you meet;. With no more petals, and no one to lean on;.
