Posts Tagged: Sad

Some Lame Things


On some lame things and life..

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Some Lame Things


On some lame things and life..

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The Crumbling Of My Mind


Look, the world is crumbling apart As if it’s made out of powder and dust. Look at the buildings falling down part by part. Even the trees are turning into flying ashes. And feel this seething wind Which is blowing everything

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The Crumbling Of My Mind


Look, the world is crumbling apart As if it’s made out of powder and dust. Look at the buildings falling down part by part. Even the trees are turning into flying ashes. And feel this seething wind Which is blowing everything

For You A Thousand Times Over


This one goes out to the greatest friend I have, and the best and the most honorable man in my life. My favorite person. Actually it’s a poem with 120 lines but I have posted just the first three stanzas.  Mainly because it’s, maybe

For You A Thousand Times Over


This one goes out to the greatest friend I have, and the best and the most honorable man in my life. My favorite person. Actually it’s a poem with 120 lines but I have posted just the first three stanzas.  Mainly because it’s, maybe

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The Bundle


“So the bundle is big. Can you lift it?” “Yes.” “I have a feeling you can’t.” “Feelings are not truths.” “I know I should allow you to lift it. But something very minute like a pin, hidden some where in

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The Bundle


“So the bundle is big. Can you lift it?” “Yes.” “I have a feeling you can’t.” “Feelings are not truths.” “I know I should allow you to lift it. But something very minute like a pin, hidden some where in

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The Green Empty Earth


Suddenly he felt strange. Everything around him seemed empty. He looked at the ceiling. He looked at the ground. He looked around. It was all useless. Everything seemed like a stranger to him. He was someone new to this place.

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The Green Empty Earth


Suddenly he felt strange. Everything around him seemed empty. He looked at the ceiling. He looked at the ground. He looked around. It was all useless. Everything seemed like a stranger to him. He was someone new to this place.

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Scribbles From My Heart


Rarely do I write about myself on my own blog. It is mostly my experiences, ideas and epiphanies that scramble onto my blog-posts.  But sometimes, some suppressed  emotions of the past or present cry out loud for expression and then

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Scribbles From My Heart


Rarely do I write about myself on my own blog. It is mostly my experiences, ideas and epiphanies that scramble onto my blog-posts.  But sometimes, some suppressed  emotions of the past or present cry out loud for expression and then

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Blown Away


How many times has it happened that you were in a jolly good mood before a light chat with a friend happened and that evaporated all your precious good mood? That you were singing the beauties of life and a

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Blown Away


How many times has it happened that you were in a jolly good mood before a light chat with a friend happened and that evaporated all your precious good mood? That you were singing the beauties of life and a