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The sinking feeling of the chest, worst when the din of the day is dead. When all is silent, it screams, of the similar stories of midnights past. And I try to drown them in poetry, but a song can’t go on forever and the sinking would just come back once my fingers stop and … Continue reading

Fairy Dust

I see them strut Here, there, everywhere Nonchalantly shedding fairy dust That I want to lick Off the godforsaken floor People I would rather be Evident embodiments of universal perfection Alter egos I want to create The day dreams I have And it is so hard to turn my eyes away When they fall on … Continue reading

Atticus Poetry

So beautiful *_*

Impact And Legacy

One day my father posted a poem by Rabindranath Tagore on the door of our fridge. It read simply, “Spring has passed, summer has gone and winter is here. And the song that I meant to sing remains unsung. I have spent my days stringing and unstringing my instrument.” These words were about a man … Continue reading

Ages

It seems a long time ago when I last seriously sat down and wrote something substantial. There were other things on my hands that needed tending to. It’s bitter cold these days and generally sitting in a warm quilt on a wintry day, holding a cup of tea would bring out the best in my … Continue reading