writing
Yesterday was the second day in a row, when I was ridiculed for the stuff I had put up on the blog. Okay, maybe ridiculed is not the best word to describe what happened. Let’s see. I had to go through some pretty harsh criticism, for the things I
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This happened yesterday. I received only one response to the post I had scheduled yesterday, and it was this. To quote: You are duplicating now. You keep writing the same thing, that you need to write. And, I am tired of reading the same thing again and again. Guess I
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For the past three days, Friday included, I have been making excuses. I’m tired. There’s no time left to do anything today. I should start off with fresh resolve in the new week, starting Monday. I had posted my last blog post on Thursday, which also, was my
essays
There was a moment, between when I had picked up my luggage, and when I began looking for a cab, that I felt this sense of loss, this sadness. I had just returned from one of the four or so trips I need in a year to function. I was
poems
You ask me not to imagine, You ask me not to build, Castles of glass, and sand. You are afraid of what they do to me. What they make me do. You’re right. In parts. I walk in the castle, With my eyes open. I know what they are.
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So my sister left yesterday. It was raining as I stood there in the midst of in the middle of blaring car horns, and dark skies. It rained later that day. This was Thursday. Today is Friday. It rained today as well. I’m not sure any of that detail
poems
Sometimes, I wish I were a painter, And not a poet, So that I had a better reason, To sit, and stare, To have you, sitting across from me. You’d be my muse, As you are now, But not just in my head, You’d be out there, Physically,
poems
We build walls. Bricks. Cement. Slug. We build walls, Strong, high, menacing, Forbidding any to breach, Enter our hearts, And minds, and souls. When in need, We go deeper, Inside the shell. Do you know, Why we do that? Why we trust us, More than others? More than those, Who
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I had bought a Jawbone UP, back in November. Since then, the tracker was on my wrist 24×7 for most of the days. This Wednesday, after roughly six months of careful usage, the straps broke. The device came with a one year warranty, but apparently the warranty did not
poems
There is on an average one poem that I write each day. That, gives me at least one thing to post each day here. Come to think of it, that’s a good way to manage post a day. On that note, here’s one I wrote yesterday, as it
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What am I to you? Who are you to me? These are the questions. Questions without ends. Beginnings, or otherwise. Infinite. Parallel. Never-ending. The who, the what of us. Who am I? What am I? What is the basis of us? It’s not that. Not the who. Or the
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The three of us stood on the side of the road, butter soaked burgers in hand, talking sweet nothings. The road was jammed, as it usually is. See, the road was not designed with this much of traffic in mind. I had no difficulty in imagining how things had continued