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Of Eyes and Love

….And one must resist those lingering looks That take one’s heart away…. Advertisements

Jibananda Das

Amidst a vast meadow the last time when I met her I said: ‘Come again a time like this if one day you so wish twenty-five years later.’ This been said, I came back home. After that, many a time, the moon and the stars from field to field have died, the owls and the … Continue reading

Gender Roles

Read this on Reddit, the guy has a valid point

This-That

This that what where splitter splatter twitter twatter what we mean it doesnt matter just go on and say some more meaning never mind just words galore i hope someday we can argue semantics with a couple of romantics and add a semblance of reason to their vocabulary’s treason till then perhaps it doesnt matter … Continue reading

Revisiting Freedom

And I don’t like your friends. Let me tell you a secret, my dear. Often at your parties I’ve had an almost irresistible impulse to take off all my clothes just to see what would happen. -Maugham

This is the truth.

Originally posted on Jenna Carver:
And this is the truth: I wake up everyday, and I do not think of God, or the aching in my stomach, or the beautiful creature sitting next to my bed whining for me to let her out onto the dewy grass. No. I wake up every morning and think,…

It was a tough day….

It was a tough day today. There wasn’t anything to do and I sat at home most of the time reading. I have realised that meaning is important in life, not only the bigger, larger meaning; but also meaning in your days, your hours, they have to mean something otherwise it gets pretty dull, pretty … Continue reading

From Into The Wild

“So many people live within unhappy circumstances and yet will not take initiative to change their situation because they are conditioned to a life of security, conformity and conservatism, all of which may appear to give one peace of mind, but in reality nothing is more dangerous to the adventurous spirit within a man than … Continue reading

The Paradox Of Silence

The silence betrays a sense of lingering unease Every boom that tears through it Is then a dash of happy Its loneliness I am scared of And silence is a harbinger The sound is annoying The silence, reassuring And yet too much of silence is somehow Just like sound The ears hurt And the eyes … Continue reading

Owned.

You, clever you.