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Livin' in a dream

Livin’ in a dream

On a warm summer afternoon, the rusling wind and the rushing river is all I could hear as I walked along the beat path, going nowhere in particular. I could smell the lillies in the air, something I’ve never noticed before, in the hundreds of times I’ve gone through here. I wanted to stop for a second, breathe in, before I move on. But I kept on, strolling away in a rush to get to nowhere.

I…

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A Moment with Midnight

This won’t do justice to my love for quotes I know. But it’s a start. It doesn’t exactly say how I feel, how my body cringes, heart skips and my eyes well up, for those split seconds when nothing else matters but the absolute beauty in you.

I know I probably shouldn’t say this but I’m jealous, of people who are able to write such heart wrenching quotes. If I ever were able to, I’d spend my waking…

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Days of our Lives

Spoiler Alert: Not my life story and probably never will be.

You know, as a poet I’ve come to love beautiful and tragic stories like such. As a person too.

Because having something you love the most, for a little while and losing it is better than not having it at all.

I saw a fire in your eyes I felt my fire burning bright With you in my arms A smile would flicke across your cheeks As you try…

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My Human Side

This here is a little something I conjured up a few days ago. Let me go ahead here and tell you that this is not about anyone. On the contrary, it’s about a little thing deep inside that’s been nagging me for quite something now. And perhaps this thing is more alive to me that any individual. It’s this shadow that follows me around no matter where I go. It’s there behind the curtains when I’m all…

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A Better Tomorrow

I read. A lot. Love to do it more than anything. Not to talk about it or write no, I love to read because I get to know things previously unknown to me. And that makes me wonder about all the things I’m yet to hear about and all aspects of life I’m yet to experience. It makes me jealous of all those people who are akin to that section of knowledge and truth I’m unaware of. For example, the truth…

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Heartfelt

Finally! I guess I’m back! And that too after 7 months of not writing anything that went beyond mails!

I went through a lot of emotions before coming up with this one! Happiness, sadness, questioning my self worth and reason are to name a few. I realise I’m never gonna get any answers to the questions that cloud my mind right now. But I have this! Words, poetry, sitting alone with nothing but the…

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Be Brave

Remember the dialogue in the movie Shawshank Redemption when Andy Dufresne says hope is the best of things? Yes, that be the word of a man who was gonna rot in prison probably for the rest of his life. Yet he got out and made a life for himself. What changed? He hoped. He hoped for a better life. His unshaken hope got him through his sufferings. For to get the life you want, you gonna have to…

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A Midnight Musing

Took me damn lot of time to get back. Its not a lack of free time that was stopping me but a lack of motivation. Thinking and coming up with something worthy was frustrating. It took a toll on me and I was gonna give up on this forever.

But, somewhere down the path I realised, I never began this to gain anything. This was simply gonna be an indulgence. It doesnt have to be good or something. It…

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A trickle of life within the lifeless

Memory means everything to me. 

Memory has something that I hold dear. Spending moments, hours just gazing at the emptiness, believeing that the world infact is a beautiful place and my life is exactly how I wished it would be,well that’s a feeling that surpasses every other feeling. 

It gives me peace. Misplaced I know. Then again, most things in the world are misplaced. And completing the…

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Echos from the soul

​To some poetry is just jumbled words made to love beautiful. To some poetry is but a way to impress. And there are some to whom poetry is the very essence their everyday living hangs on.

Hats off to all those wonderful poets who have made our life colorful!

Here is a little something from your fan! What madness is this thing,

Called poetry?

Where love becomes the sun and the moon

And the heart,…

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Mon Amour

You gave me the most wonderful gift I can ever ask for. You gave me the confidence, to write and to write my heart out. Hence here I’m, writing my heart out for all my heart ever has, is you. ​The writer who dies

At the mention of your name,

Crumbling, like a sand castle

Washed away, marooned forever. The writer who lives

In the shadows of your memories,

Fondness like the fire

Burning bright,…

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Life in your Memories

​There are people like me, people who dont worry about the future or the present. People like me who’s life still revolves around a certain past. A past so magical it has convinced them that there can be no better life than the life that they were part of, and left.

Living in the past aint a sin. Then again, nothing really is a sin. It all lies in the eyes of the beholder.

My voice is but a quiver

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To be broken or unbroken

​The beautiful words of Morgan Freeman in the movie ‘The Shawshank Redemption’ “Every man has his breaking point’echos through my heart.

Life’s a challenge. Not your job, not your programme, not even relationships or love can match life in it. Life gives you a million reason to give up and walk away each day. But what is that one reason that drives you, that one little inspiration that forces to…

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When 'life' befalls living..

When ‘life’ befalls living..

Today is the World Poetry Day and I’m  proud to call myself a poet and honoured to live in the shadows of an art that boasts the likes of Blake and Frost and Shakespeare and e.e.cummings. For most people poetry is beauty. For some, its like a form of an escape from this chaos of living. For me, poetry is a way of life. I wake up with poetry and I end the day with it.

Poetry makes me feel superior…

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Dying yet Undead

Everytime I write, I try to paint a poetic picture of a very grim, very sober reality. But just this once, this is exactly as poetic as it got and I felt not the need to make it any more poetic.

Awaiting the darkest hour

I felt an emptiness

When the engine began chugging away

Taking my world with it

I could not help but stare

At perhaps the only true thing I know

The contours of your cheeks

Smili…

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Living in a Chimera (Finally the 50th!!)

Living in a Chimera (Finally the 50th!!)

Knowing me like I do, I never expected to last this long! 3 years and 50 posts ago I started writing with absolutely no dream or aspirations. 50 posts later, I still got no dream or aspirations. But what I got is this genuine love or in my case, lust for writing which has greatly developed over the years. And I’m glad to be bound by this love. I lived through 3 years and over a 100 posts of…

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'The Mona Lisa that is us'

‘The Mona Lisa that is us’

I’m happier with this piece of work than anyone else ever can be. This proves that the writer me is not dead yet.

A pinch of Ernest Hemingway’s “All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence you know” and an emotional listen to the ‘Carnival of Rust’ by ‘Poets of the Fall’ made this happen.

Fells so good to be back!

  Life dawdles on

Like the milestones by the highway

T…