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THE WORLD INSIDE: Moonshine

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Tuesday, February 10, 2015. My love, don't let anyone treat you like a shadow,. You're the spectacular full moon,. You're the pride of the night sky,. The oceans sway to your gracious biddance,. Brush your forgiving light in gentle strokes,. Carving ravines through the gloom,. Keep the lovers awake,. Bring their doubts crashing down,. Reveal the contrite,. And cure their guilt,. If it's not too much trouble,. Find my lonely heart before dawn,. It could do with a pint of your company. Posted by Imroz Adeeb.

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THE WORLD INSIDE: Silence

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Friday, February 20, 2015. Are so many things,. Agents of chaos,. Acerbic, despondent, a river,. Comforting, reflective, a murmuration. Of starlings, wild and impulsive,. Or like wet paint,. On a thirsty canvas, longing to be,. Touched, to be ordained,. And yet when I stare at the stars,. In your eyes,. I'm parched and,. Heady from their light,. Words can never hope to substitute,. The volumes that we will speak tonight. Image Courtesy - The Conscious Process. Posted by Imroz Adeeb. In your eyes,.

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THE WORLD INSIDE: They Never Tell You

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Friday, February 27, 2015. They Never Tell You. They tell you it will hurt,. The void, the churn, the silence,. The hoping and the deafening drumming of your heart,. They tell you what you will miss,. The hugging, the kissing, the whispering,. The bed that smells of quiet lovemaking and wine,. Warm bodies intertwined in the morning,. So you hide your tears till the sun turns black,. And then cry silently into your pillow,. Praying sleep will end this dastardly dream,. The phone calls on lazy afternoons,.

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THE WORLD INSIDE: November 2013

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Monday, November 11, 2013. Euphony and the rain - a short story. It was Ramzaan and like every year, I was fasting. This day seemed merely a mirror of my state of abstinence. I was going to the Dargah of Nizamuddin Aulia, later, or so I hoped. We had carelessly and rather spontaneously planned it last week. Thursday Qawaali and you can open your fast there. It will be fun, na? She had said trying to unnecessarily convince an already eager me. Yes it will be", I had nodded in agreement. I floated back to ...

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THE WORLD INSIDE: October 2011

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Friday, October 7, 2011. I'm a worried man caught in the rising tide,. Empty silence lies ahead of me, darkness behind,. As I float purposeless with long heaving sighs,. All I recall are those benign hazel eyes,. Hope is a strange vessel sailing the lonely sea,. Gives you what you need, but not what you seek,. It's an irony then, what life predicts for me,. To find happiness in places, I never thought it would be,. She's sitting across to me with mirrors in her eyes,. Image courtesy: My Studios. Based on...

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THE WORLD INSIDE: A Cup of Dissonance

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Monday, February 16, 2015. A Cup of Dissonance. What did I leave behind,. In the aftermath of our demise? The whistling of the rain,. Ginger-tea in the balcony,. The warmth of your breath on my back,. Those gut wrenching dove eyes,. Bloodshot full lips,. My love of your mind, my lust for your hips,. A chill down my spine,. Your sweet gentle kiss,. My insatiable desire,. Your perfectly timed quips,. The rain comes down now,. As copious as can be,. I can't seem to replicate,. That damned heavenly cup of tea.

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THE WORLD INSIDE: January 2012

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Thursday, January 19, 2012. When I was a little boy,. I dreamed of someone like you,. As I grew older I think I tried,. Too hard to make you come true,. As the years vapidly toil on,. The dream's still alive unborn,. But I'm beginning to believe,. You're nothing more than an illusion,. For a few chance moments I felt,. My heart in consternation,. But it was just coincidence disguised,. As a divine premonition,. I shudder, shrink, gather, move on,. Familiar faces mocking in unison,. Posted by Imroz Adeeb.

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THE WORLD INSIDE: July 2012

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Wednesday, July 4, 2012. Silence like dew drops on her lips,. Her head resting gently on my hips,. Eyes like mirrors to a forgotten land,. Her breath like the rain and sullen sand,. Besotted by her clumsy charm,. A smile that could do no harm,. Yet the dagger firmly did she plant,. Like a poet carving out my heart,. As if some ancient scent, she fades away,. A fragrance lost to the vagaries of the day,. But as darkness descends from sky to sea,. Like a forgotten promise she haunts me,. Please Fuel My Blog.

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THE WORLD INSIDE: March 2012

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Friday, March 9, 2012. I remember the promises we made,. Said we'd love and together we'd stay,. No matter how we resurrect each other,. The cracks will never go away,. Its not like I don't miss you,. Or the love just faded away,. It's just more painful to stay together,. Than it is to stay away,. Those tears glistening down your face,. Breaking my defence, alluring me to sway,. I've been a slave to your charm,. Please don't look at me that way,. Let the silence in harmony play,. Posted by Imroz Adeeb.

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THE WORLD INSIDE: January 2013

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Friday, January 18, 2013. Her eye lids rise and fall again,. Like petals floating against a murmuring flame,. Lips that accentuate her tear drop eyes,. A silence that speaks more than words could claim,. Pernicious like opium is her spell,. Like a candle against an inferno, I wither away,. You may think you have her figured out,. But she's the puppet master and the play,. Her hair riveting, like a black lagoon,. Her soft caramel skin, glistening against the crystalline moon,. Where did she come from?