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Inspired...: Note to self
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Subscribe to RSS Feed. Have you ever stared down too long,. But just at a few unmeaning lines,. Smiling at nothing save yourself,. Have your eyes twinkled with memories,. Of a life lived and the beauty of it all? Indeed I have, actually quite a few times. There remains just a feeling or a faint touch,. Of the memories which are hidden deep within,. The best upfront and the worst blurred a little,. Of the life lived in mistakes, but not lived in vain,. Sometimes with some sanity, other times as an insane!
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Inspired...: July 2012
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Subscribe to RSS Feed. I don't keep looking back at what I long left behind,. I trust ashes of my memories must have been blown away,. May he rest in peace. Probably was not even whispered,. Dead and hence forgotten" is the new mantra anyway! But once in a while the vengeful me tends to rise from the dead,. And with unsaid questions the distorted shadow knocks on my door,. How could you move on and leave me there to rot and die,. When you knew I was a part of you which you mercilessly tore. Book Review -...
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Inspired...: What goes around, comes around
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Subscribe to RSS Feed. What goes around, comes around. Posted in a night. We might live our life,. As if there is no tomorrow. We might live,. And forget their life,. No looking back is all we think. We may lose,. And never mourn the loss,. With no clue of whats gone. We might win,. And bask in the glory,. No matter how we got there. We could walk off,. And not turn back to see,. If they did really find their feet. We probably smiled,. And not wondered why,. Thinking the smile was our's. We believe us,.
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Inspired...: June 2012
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Subscribe to RSS Feed. Posted in a night. Stranded at the far end of the street,. You feel the road could have just begun;. You turn around and start walking,. Towards the probable distant horizon! Staring at the murky twilight outside,. You realize it could be the break of dawn;. You get out of your ridiculously cozy bed,. Thinking the day has not yet begun! Sitting alone along the sandy lonesome beach,. You look at the foot prints right by your side,. You believe someone else could have come along too,.
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Inspired...: The one from my backyard
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Subscribe to RSS Feed. The one from my backyard. A tree grew in my backyard,. I took no notice at first,. Cause it was like any other,. Grew out of nowhere,. And stood up too proud. It grew, larger than I thought,. More prosperous than I hoped,. A better shade than most,. But above all, in my backyard. But then I moved out,. To experience the world there is,. Traveled places, lost myself,. And yet I never let go of the tree,. A constant reminder of home. Years I devoted to knowing,. My idle time is still...
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Inspired...: February 2012
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Subscribe to RSS Feed. Posted in his diary. A page from his diary,. In the end they leave,. They all do without fail. Deserted and unnoticed,. You are left alone like always. They turn back, once in a while,. Yes, they look back, stare in pity. And people nudge you, with their words,. Remind you of yourself, "how do you do"? Posted in Posted on 00:50. Days crawl into the inglorious past,. And revisit to stab me from behind. The wait never seems to be over,. And it kills me every second inside. Of Hello, ...
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Inspired...: September 2013
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Subscribe to RSS Feed. Posted in a night. A page from his diary,. What would I know about love? Sick maniac robbing you of yourself,. King of the slaughter house of your peace,. Granter of the ignorantly wished unfaithful pain! Unleash the God in you respectable sir,. Kill that vibrant ego, slash that lust's throat,. Walk into the heaven of brutal scathed reality,. Trust yourself and lock the purgatory's doors! You can't be killed 'cause death is at its own little game,. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Heali...
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Inspired...: June 2015
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Subscribe to RSS Feed. She can't hear me,. I am not loud enough,. For my own sake and her's. I try hard to let her know,. But then stop in the end,. Thinking of the futility of it all. A vague hope that she would listen,. May be she would understand,. But what would be point? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Or follow via Facebook. Just a mother of two. My Indore trip. (with lots of pictures from my talk at Acropolis college). Fitness: 5 Super Awesome Healthy Drinks. Book Review - Graffiti by Joanie Pariera.
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Inspired...: March 2013
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Subscribe to RSS Feed. Let me, please. Posted in his diary. A page from his diary,. Let me hold you,. Sweep you in my arms,. Look into your curious eyes,. And touch your trembling lips. Let me be there,. Drooling over your heavenly voice,. Tickle your godly tender body,. And kiss your irresistible neckline. Let me be lost,. Tangled in your locks of hair,. Confused by your innocent charm,. And leave behind the world with you. Let me be myself,. Resting in your proximity,. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Know ...
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Inspired...: January 2012
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Subscribe to RSS Feed. Posted in his diary. A page from his diary,. A distant whistle,. A reflection of what it was,. Carefree and reckless,. Living as it was given,. Take it with both hands,. And never question why? I believed it would last an eternity,. Till I would be alive. I believed it would always be,. Just the way it was. I believed, yes I swear I did. Posted in his diary. A page from his diary,. Just a little drunk,. That is all I am right now. The brain refuses to budge,. They all say the same,.
