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Psyche Bubbles: February 2011
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Bubbles of my psyche. floating around. Friday, February 18, 2011. A shadow, gloomy, dark, secluded,. And opaquing the light, Was I. High, I was not, yet i was up so high. The shadow kept looming, unto the roof,. Inspite of the moonlessness. Just The stars, smugly and sly. Gloomy, dark, secluded, I was not,. Yet the gloomy, secluded shadow, stood still. The frills on the curtains, lay swinging,. The window panes, pale, occult,. Turned sheepishly creaky with the whirl. Songs of shrilly silent serenity.
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~RatioNaL iNs@niTy~: June 2011
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Walking backwards. the boulevard of no dreams what so ever. Wednesday, June 15, 2011. A frequency that refuses to match all others. What brings one to a stop. The Truth, The whole truth and nothing. What comes and goes, and leaves all others aside. Statements and reverie. What comes of it. Evolution to make it better. What comes of it is far worse than ever imagined. Clustered reactions that make no difference to. Further bruised if you think of it. Saying it walks- it ran. You and I seized to exist.
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~RatioNaL iNs@niTy~: April 2011
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Walking backwards. the boulevard of no dreams what so ever. Friday, April 29, 2011. A reply to "those lines". Neither here nor there. Nor naive yet no fault. Neither pinned yet plagued. A possibility that will negate. The labyrinths of the mind- all alike. Neither factional nor separated. Blood and bone of an entity. Far away from reality. Neither here nor there. A journey throughout despair. Are you a mystery or just a mind game? Will you reveal or deceive? Neither friend nor foe. But what of hopes?
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~RatioNaL iNs@niTy~: May 2011
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Walking backwards. the boulevard of no dreams what so ever. Saturday, May 28, 2011. How longingness for happiness turns to fear. How one takes a look at the world from a window once where they dreamed of happiness. A rain washed afternoon turns into a shower of memories that evening. The sun peaked once. As longingness cries in a corner, lightening consoles memories. That home was ours. those moments are now frozen in time. As one looks back and a tear unknowingly makes it way. Roles begin to reverse.
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Psyche Bubbles: November 2011
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Bubbles of my psyche. floating around. Wednesday, November 30, 2011. And when i thought, it was coming back to me, it went away. The hair of my beloved Slipping commotion-less,. Through my shaking fingers, as she left me. Blinded by the mockery, I motionless lay. The brightness, withered slowly. Countless bleeding drops of heartbreak, falling back in my cortex. Slipping through the moments past, the heart sunk in the growing Numbness. My shaking fingers, shivered. Pacing raindrops, ascend.
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Pages from My Journal.: August 2010
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Pages from My Journal. Stories of a Delusionary Immortality Or.a Quantum Suicide. As i walk down.aisles of Anaon. I Forgive you my friend. Long lasting hatred made. Painful echoes of the end. The epitaph carved on my stone. My poems wasted long ago. The ink and sorrows had dried today. Sinking in oblivion.painful and slow. The pyre calls the shadow again. And burns it with woeful sighs. My shadows sparks and turns to ash. I hate myself for all my lies. Remember me.for i had laughed. 803 Respect a NO.
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Pages from My Journal.: June 2011
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Pages from My Journal. Stories of a Delusionary Immortality Or.a Quantum Suicide. The Moment I was in heaven. While I was in Kaza, Spiti Valley, HP.i really found heaven.and since then.i believe.if there is heaven on earth.try out interior Himachal on a full moon night. I stood in the balcony,. With a glass of poison. Its full moon today. And it looked like a fairy. Waving her wand,. And showering eternity on earth. Dead Silence.in the middle of the night. The heaven seems to have lit up. From ice to ice.
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Pages from My Journal.: August 2012
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Pages from My Journal. Stories of a Delusionary Immortality Or.a Quantum Suicide. Dreams in Shades of Grey. Curling up to form faces. In shades of Grey. And it's shadows dancing on me. The mesonoxian love and all. You say, I dream in shades. My stories all weird and strangely hollow. My poems.so phoney emotional. All shades of grey.or even black. I find myself.with unruly poems. A straight face and a blank stare. I feel lost.sometimes. With no shadowy dreams.a grey smile. Or a white drop of fine sunlight.
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Pages from My Journal.: Before My Poems...
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Pages from My Journal. Stories of a Delusionary Immortality Or.a Quantum Suicide. The future doesnt care for my poetry or your memories. Piling words after words.I've been drawing a hope. A sand castle meant to be washed away by the tides of time. These were for you.dried flowers.and pages of forgotten dreams. These words were meant to drew a world, you could see through your closed eyes. Since the moment when abstract was no longer a word, but our history.our lives. Eternity before it became your goal.
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Pages from My Journal.: December 2012
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Pages from My Journal. Stories of a Delusionary Immortality Or.a Quantum Suicide. With the last breath she told us. You were wrong.you were all wrong". Like a pack of hyenas we pounced on her. Tore her into pieces. Our ugly long nails dug into her flesh. Till her blood covered us. And we rejoiced in joy. Our blood strewn faces gleamed. And we promised.we'd do this again. Till he bathe in the pools of blood. Of our mothers.sisters.and daughters. And then.after devouring the ones. Now that she's gone.
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