Posts Tagged: Fate

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Pills of Consolation 2


Let the night pass, For the day will be kinder, And fast. Let the night pass. Choice. It’s an illusion. A great one at that.  The variables that define our lives have already been rolled out. And hence we are

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Pills of Consolation 2


Let the night pass, For the day will be kinder, And fast. Let the night pass. Choice. It’s an illusion. A great one at that.  The variables that define our lives have already been rolled out. And hence we are

Museless


This isn’t a phenomenon To be without Any wind, Or water, Or fire. It’s been a while Since I have been Museless, With none to write songs about, With none to move through my couplets, Just a blank space Filled

Museless


This isn’t a phenomenon To be without Any wind, Or water, Or fire. It’s been a while Since I have been Museless, With none to write songs about, With none to move through my couplets, Just a blank space Filled

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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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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…

Missing


Tonight I miss you Like all other days. Nothing special- Just plain, simple Missing- Like an equation Missing From an old book Of mathematics, Or like a note Missing From that song We often sang together. And I know that,

Missing


Tonight I miss you Like all other days. Nothing special- Just plain, simple Missing- Like an equation Missing From an old book Of mathematics, Or like a note Missing From that song We often sang together. And I know that,