Category Archives: Etc.

” I am large, I contain multitudes” – Walt Whitman.

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I Need to Rise


Listen. We are dying out our lives every passing minute. Now we will be entering into a phase of getting older from the phase of getting younger that we were in yesterday. I know this is a stupid philosophy. But

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I Need to Rise


Listen. We are dying out our lives every passing minute. Now we will be entering into a phase of getting older from the phase of getting younger that we were in yesterday. I know this is a stupid philosophy. But

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The Diary for the Sake of It – 1


It’s a Rush, Bird “You know… the airport is the only place you can walk around with no shoes, a glazed look on your face, and sleep on the benches and no one judges you.” ― Coriander Woodruff, The Call

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The Diary for the Sake of It – 1


It’s a Rush, Bird “You know… the airport is the only place you can walk around with no shoes, a glazed look on your face, and sleep on the benches and no one judges you.” ― Coriander Woodruff, The Call

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Finding Momentas


It was a moment of clarity. A moment where you understood the entire scheme of things going on around in the nearby of your thoughts. It tells you all about the big and the tiny details that you were thinking

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Finding Momentas


It was a moment of clarity. A moment where you understood the entire scheme of things going on around in the nearby of your thoughts. It tells you all about the big and the tiny details that you were thinking

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Bubble


I like the times when You pretend to be In the same floating Bubble as me. You raise your chin, And shine your eyes And don a soothing Filtered smile. I scan the bubble’s wall- It’s made of temporary films

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Bubble


I like the times when You pretend to be In the same floating Bubble as me. You raise your chin, And shine your eyes And don a soothing Filtered smile. I scan the bubble’s wall- It’s made of temporary films

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Searchings


On stars, colours and other little things…

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Searchings


On stars, colours and other little things…

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The Grass Cutter


Somewhere in the hills, some day past: The entire house is made of bamboo and wooden planks except the ceiling which is covered with a tin sheet. These cottages stand amidst a dense greenery of trees, bushes, flower hedges and

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The Grass Cutter


Somewhere in the hills, some day past: The entire house is made of bamboo and wooden planks except the ceiling which is covered with a tin sheet. These cottages stand amidst a dense greenery of trees, bushes, flower hedges and

Through the veins


I feel this sadness Coursing through my veins Throbbing in the blood Hear it now! It’s noisy At micro level. Is something wrong with The wiring? Or has the heart started Pumping sad thoughts?

Through the veins


I feel this sadness Coursing through my veins Throbbing in the blood Hear it now! It’s noisy At micro level. Is something wrong with The wiring? Or has the heart started Pumping sad thoughts?