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CONFESSIONS OF A VAGRANT MIND: February 2007
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CONFESSIONS OF A VAGRANT MIND. Saturday, February 24, 2007. It's difficult to write poetry. On a winter evening. Grey and dull. darkness falling. Like a furry moth. Enveloping me in a sort of suffocating vacuity. That comes from the pent up frustration. Of having to accept. that you're mediocre. I've tried my best. To keep it from you. Tried my best.to piece together. Short staccato sentences with pregnant gaps. Like a grey winter evening. Struggling to hold on. Because I'm only twenty-five yet. And retu...
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CONFESSIONS OF A VAGRANT MIND: April 2007
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CONFESSIONS OF A VAGRANT MIND. Thursday, April 19, 2007. My God Died Young. As a storm gathered and clouds turned grey. I turned to God and knelt down to pray. I fought back the tears,. I laid bare my fears. My prayers went unanswered. My hopes went unsung. Little did I know then. That my God had died young. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). How happy is the blameless Vestal's lot;. The world forgetting, by the world forgot. Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind;. Each prayer accepted, and each wish resign'd.
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CONFESSIONS OF A VAGRANT MIND: The teardrop
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CONFESSIONS OF A VAGRANT MIND. Wednesday, June 20, 2007. Squeeze a tear drop and let it rest. On the tip of your eye. Concealed candidly between the lashes and the lid. A drop of moisture, for you dry charred eye. Don’t let it fall, don’t let it turn into a pearl. Just hide it and let it remain. Let it moisten your eye. Your dead, dreary petrified eye. Squeeze it and let it rest. Let it rest for the child. Who works in the sun. Blazing as his dreams for the future. Let it rest for the unborn. Cheshire Ca...
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CONFESSIONS OF A VAGRANT MIND: May 2007
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CONFESSIONS OF A VAGRANT MIND. Monday, May 28, 2007. The Epitaph - My swan song. Have you ever felt that this would be last time you do something that is close to you? He sits with a pen in hand,. The paper as vacant as his mind. I know this silent poet from an era gone by,. I try not to think, but he distracts my eye. When is it you laughed, oh stranger? When is it you felt and cared? Tell me, oh spring! When you heard him last,. This stone cold boy from my wooded past? Malhaar - The onset of the monsoon.
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CONFESSIONS OF A VAGRANT MIND: July 2007
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CONFESSIONS OF A VAGRANT MIND. Tuesday, July 17, 2007. LOVE OR SOMETHING LIKE IT. I think people have this whole concept of ". Pretty messed up. I venture the risk of making this dangerous statement for the simple reason that when I ask someone why he/she is in a relationship, I don't seem to be getting any convincing reasons. And then there are people who want to be in a relationship for the funny(. Reason of "I want someone in my life". HHEELOOOO! Are you living in an island? I may be sounding cynical ...
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CONFESSIONS OF A VAGRANT MIND: March 2007
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CONFESSIONS OF A VAGRANT MIND. Friday, March 23, 2007. Alpha or Omega - Start and Finish. We as people are conditioned to worry about endings. Be it a movie, a book, friendships, relationships, entire chapters in one's life or even life itself. Why is it so? What is it that we fear? Is not an end necessary for a beginning to occur? Are these two not different sides to the same coin? Is this whole view not myopic? What does one do then? Of course not, we hold the moment by making most of it. By trying...
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CONFESSIONS OF A VAGRANT MIND: June 2007
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CONFESSIONS OF A VAGRANT MIND. Saturday, June 23, 2007. Current song playing in my head : -. Shankar Mahadevan's voice rings in my head -. Mere mann yeh bata de tu. Kis ore chala hai tu. Kya paya nahin tune. Kya dhoond raha hai tu. What is it that the heart seeks? What is it that it hasnt found as yet. Contentment they say, is a state of mind. Then why is the state of my mind so unsatisfied? So thirsty and hungry for more? Then why do I feel so wanting. So deprived. Am I an anomaly? Hurting people, not h...
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CONFESSIONS OF A VAGRANT MIND: Lament of Contentment
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CONFESSIONS OF A VAGRANT MIND. Saturday, June 23, 2007. Current song playing in my head : -. Shankar Mahadevan's voice rings in my head -. Mere mann yeh bata de tu. Kis ore chala hai tu. Kya paya nahin tune. Kya dhoond raha hai tu. What is it that the heart seeks? What is it that it hasnt found as yet. Contentment they say, is a state of mind. Then why is the state of my mind so unsatisfied? So thirsty and hungry for more? Then why do I feel so wanting. So deprived. Am I an anomaly? Hurting people, not h...
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CONFESSIONS OF A VAGRANT MIND: December 2007
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CONFESSIONS OF A VAGRANT MIND. Saturday, December 8, 2007. Spy Kid recently told me. or rather asked me. "Why haven't you written anything on your blog lately. " Well. Its not like I don't have anything to say. Its just the usual infrastructural problems. Lack of continued, uninterrupted net access. Who would have thought that someone could suffer from "Network Block" which prevents one from writing something on this vast cyberspace. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). How happy is the blameless Vestal's lot;.
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CONFESSIONS OF A VAGRANT MIND: Time - You old gypsy man..
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CONFESSIONS OF A VAGRANT MIND. Saturday, July 14, 2007. Time - You old gypsy man. This is dedicated to all those who feel life and time is just passing them by. I feel that at times, when I just want to rush and hold time in the palm of my hand or close it tightly within a fist. I especially have this urge when its a windy day and I'm walking on a deserted street with a friend. Talking, chatting or just simply. How I wish that time like that would just stop dead in its tracks. The above feeling -. HOP SC...