Laying under my lamp post,
my name etched in grime
Pigeons roost, trodding close,
and the world is out of time
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Wednesday, October 23, 2013
Under my Lamp post
Laying under my lamp post,
my name etched in grime
Pigeons roost, trodding close,
and the world is out of time
Friday, July 26, 2013
The earth laughs in flowers
I'd rather have roses on my table than diamonds on my neck. ~Emma Goldman
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Monday, July 1, 2013
Friday, June 14, 2013
THERE is another Loneliness
THERE is another Loneliness
That many die without,
Not want or friend occasions it,
Or circumstances or lot.
But nature sometimes, sometimes thought,
And whoso it befall
Is richer than could be divulged
By mortal numeral.
Emily Dickinson
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Monday, May 6, 2013
A path never taken
Sometimes.......one of those rare phases in life.......when we to choose self discovery over love.
Truth is, we can't truly know who we are until we discard all these definitions of our-self which are derived from relationships, people, society and the world. Sometimes walking a lonely path in bare feet is what we need. Sometimes love needs to wait a while until we find ourselves.
We spend most of our life chasing bricks that we use to build our life with. Love, family, friends, work, career, kids, marriage, neighbors, society, parties.....and so it goes on. Is it so scary to be undefined? To live without any relationship defining us?
It is a struggle to define our own selves. Because we never truly want to know who we are in utter solitude. In today's era solitude has become so daunting for people. We occupy ourselves with work or friends or family or parties or simply get high. Or simply go find Love to fill the void.
Love used to fill a void in us never truly lasts. Its misplaced, misused. Love should never be used as a filler, love should be something that nurtures us, makes us stronger and patient.
So let love wait until you fill all your voids yourself.
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Wednesday, March 27, 2013
Saturday, March 16, 2013
Cobwebs of Love
When lovers turn into spiders
love becomes a web,
many get trapped and are devoured.
Lovers move on leaving behind these cobwebs,
with empty shells of those who loved them,
covered in a dusty shroud.
Sunday, February 17, 2013
Saturday, February 2, 2013
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