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What does that mean to you? Do you relate as a writer? I sure do. But with some deviation. We have a thousand thoughts in our head at all times. When it comes to writing, everything appears jumbled the minute you have to streamline them. It is as good as a school PT drill where…
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Because that’s just how it is…….. Because such is life…….. Because even if for the fraction of a second, you had it, you would want it forever………. Because you have to just accept that’s how things will be…………. Because you have to go on living as if nothing had happened………… Because no matter what you…
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the trams rush by and people crawl away the crowded streets feel suffocated a blast of smoke erupts from a bike’s rear end and the dried leaves licking dust slither away under the scorching sun a desolate urchin bored of neglect huddles at the corner finds a glob of spittle catch his interest and draws in…
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I watch and wonder as the sun sets. Where to it goes before it sinks? When it hides itself behind the clouds, for a fraction of time, where to goes the sun? ♥ Perhaps, too overwhelmed for parting with its lover. Solemnly, it kisses the sky behind the clouds before it bids adieu before it finally sinks.…
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What is poetry? I know not. I’m a mere amateur trying to be someone. Mind you, not like someone. Poetry, to me is elusive. I know about poetry just as much a new-born knows about the wide vast world. It’s an ocean to me, and I try swimming across, trying to reach somewhere. With words…
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What’s it about Christmas that makes me secretly so happy inside? Why do I feel like you feel on a reunion with an old friend? That’s because, of all festivals, Christmas is a favorite. And here’s why. Celebrations of Diwali, Holi and most other Indian festivals entail merry-making along-side creating inconsiderate chaos. Bursting firecrackers, blaring…
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Going back in time, I ponder over the last hour. I begin by reading ‘If on a Winter’s Night a Traveller’ because that’s what I am reading presently. At the back of my mind, I’m thinking about what an overrated book ‘Paper Towns’ is. After 18 minutes gone and I know it’s 18 and not…
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little things like secrets, like stories are bearers of poignant memories of sobs and smiles long lost in the sands of time ♥ little things like secrets, like stories they make home and stay forever in some forgotten corner of the mind waiting to be sought and celebrated like those broken toys now left untouched, uncared in some unattended, undisturbed corner in the attic gathering dust and what not…
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her world shrinks as faces cease to exist days lack brightness nights miss the glow walks become rambles blank are the thoughts no place is desirable just she and herself behind shut doors are windows closed and the solitary corner beckoning her not a speck of light in the gloomy room except a flickering lamp at…
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Words escape my mind, but thoughts never leave. Caught in a whirlwind, this is what perplexes me… What happens when you miss someone? Do they miss you too? What happens when your heart misses a beat? Does it get passed on to someone somewhere Needing it to live? What happens when we blink our eyes? The things we miss…
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I still believe that fairies exist. I still believe that so does magic. I still believe that I cannot watch a loved one die. I also believe that I could kill for a loved one. I still believe that lying is easier than convincing. I also believe that people don’t think too deep when they…
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Asha Seth 