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Just a little venting required
March 21, 2016
 

Skylark Challenge- Musty swinging sunlight silence

Drip Drip Drip...
the blood drips away,
the sunlight on her child's face gleaned the smile away,
swinging sway in gless she waits for the call from the stay,
but the longer she waits the silence soothes her may.

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March 21, 2016
Mumbai, India

Writer's Block.

I had a nightmare today. The cursor was blinking at me again. I woke up to the blank screen that shone brightly, blinding me. Not a single word appears on the screen. I hear the clock ticking away in the background. It's threatening me of the fast approaching deadline. Ideas are burbling at the back of my mind but I just can't seem to jot them down.
What if I am not good enough ? what if I am not articulate enough ? what if my ideas get filed away in the back of a dusty drawer of the publisher ? what if...
I want to slash away through the myrid ways of failing that my brain comes up with but instead I just close the lid on my dreams and walk away.

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March 21, 2016
Mumbai, India

Writer's Block.

I had a nightmare today. The cursor was blinking at me again. I woke up to the blank screen that shone brightly, blinding me. Not a single word appears on the screen. I hear the clock ticking away in the background. It's threatening me of the fast approaching deadline. Ideas are burbling at the back of my mind but I just can't seem to jot them down.
What if I am not good enough ? what if I am not articulate enough ? what if my ideas get filed away in the back of a dusty drawer of the publisher ? what if...
I want to slash away through the myrid ways of failing that my brain comes up with but instead I just close the lid on my dreams and walk away.

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February 19, 2016
 

Broken dreams

She sat by and watched him as he hurt. She wanted to lend a hand to console his pain but she didn't know how. She wished she could do something, anything to make it go away but she just sat by him, helpless. He was staring into the oblivion, distraught and hopeless. She wanted to extend her hand to the shoulder and say everything was going to be okay but she too saw the reality of his dreams crash and burn.

She would stand by him no matter what but it was never going to be enough. Her heart beat faster than him, waiting for him to react, say something! anything! There was nothing more to be done but to suffer through the morbid days.

Their youth was breathing it's last. It ...

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February 19, 2016
 

The masochist

I am in pain. Excruciating pain. They tell me I should just let go but I tighten my grip and hold on stronger than ever. I feel the kick in my stomach. But I am not ready to let go just yet. I take one last blow that knocks me down for good.

I think I have started to enjoy the pain. It is the only thing that keeps me from feeling numb. It is the only thing that makes me feel alive. I feel the rush everytime when my insides cringe.  I have cried a million tears. My eyes now burn like a barren wasteland with no more tears to spare. I keep staring at the thachted roof above my head. I am not sure how many days have passed since I passed out. I want to get back up but my body re...

GEORGE MICHAEL
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February 14, 2016
 

Selfie ;*

She held the phone high up above her head, squinted at the screen and squeezed her lips together but just enough to make the right amount of pout.  She looked at the image saved- Delete! and Again!
She had been at this exercise for almost an hour now. To get that perfect selfie, to get that right image, to show just a righteous amount of cleavage, to distort her body image just enough to hide away the ugly layers, trying to get just the right amount of quirky expression without looking like a dork. It took a lot of time and effort for the ideal selfie.
She had never been a girl of vanity but ever since her addiction she was losing sight of things. She needed to feel in control ag...

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February 11, 2016
 

The roaring applause  brought him out of his dream back to the reality. He forced a smile as he walked up to the podium. Thinking back to his twenties always brought back a fleeting grimace to his heart. The naivety, the innocence, the hopes and dreams were all forgone.
There was only one purpose to his life - immortality. He spent his youth running towards his aim the only way he knew. He was going to be the next legend immortalised in history for his writings. He would create enchanting new worlds better than the sad reality. He would entice the beauty of emotions in his string of words. But all the conquests to conquer the world are hit back down when the hunger pang strikes.

He took up...

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February 4, 2016
 

I often catch myself calling out -"I love you" to myself, but it is not because I am a narcissist. it is so that I do not forget what it feels like being loved by someone.

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February 3, 2016
 

Respected Lawmakers,

I received a letter the other day which informed me about the new law prohibiting all public celebrations for love. It deeply saddens me that despite it being the eighteenth century we are being subjected to such orthodox regulations.
Love is feeling that needs to be celebrated every single moment of one's life and yet as a society we anointed it but one day and the government has such audacity to restrain us from sharing our love with the world on that one day as well ? I am a man of the sea. There are only a few seldom days when I get to see my wife on the shore. Every single day that I see of her, I feel like I have landed in heaven. Every single day that I am away ...

ISLAND
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