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18,from India.bi.I write sometimes
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Category: Writing and Poetry
Pages after pages, My ink has run dry. I am trying to say something, Won't you give listening to me a try? Why are you not speaking to me? I am such a lonely child. So tired,timid,and angry,like a wild rat caught in a trap. Am I not your blessing, Was I not asked for from the skies? Then why do I have to shoulder the fear of losing you When I don't even love you as mine. Your shallow words,your mo... » Continue Reading
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Watching the leaves sway on a breezy summer night, as some strange indiscernible animal chirps nearby, makes me feel close to God. Or maybe it's just myself that I feel connected to and God is just a veil encompassing my endeavor of trying to find my place in an incomprehensible vast universe which is so huge that I do not individually compose even a miniscule of it. This discovery in itself is no... » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
If I asked God to kill me,for the weight of everything became unbearable,will God grant me my wish or will I be exempt from his grace for trying to defy the course of nature? If I were granted this wish,will I burn in hell for not being able to save myself or will I be given the salvation,the search for which drove me to where I stood? If I take my own life will the wrath of God aim to burn me to ... » Continue Reading
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The things is,I either feel intense emotions or empty all the time, and so I cannot sit with myself without any distractions. At all times I feel the overpowering need to either observe myself or create myself,just simply being is too much for me. Being too much feels better than being nothing so I fill myself with the hollow shell of something that once was alive to thrive off of its skeleton,the... » Continue Reading
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I say I have the soul of a devotee, but what I want is to become a slave. I say I want to stay soft and open, but I want them to tear my skin apart, shred by shred, until my bare entrails remain;and maybe then they'll be able to understand my willingness to sacrifice myself. I'll give them anything and everything they ask of me, except for the things that I seek for myself, autonomy and the abilit... » Continue Reading
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To K, My nana died some time ago. I am not sure about the exact date but it was probably on 15th January. He had been dying for a long long time now. Since the day my nani died,his soul had started to rot inside him,it's just that his body started to detoriate recently after his mind could no longer hold his shallow will to live.On the day of his death,I grieved.I cried my eyes out. I had been pra... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
Putting aside the grief of losing someone and the seemingly inextricable yearning that follows it,how does one deal with the process of losing someone?how does one allow themselves to watch the rope of a shared bond getting cut thread by thread until a single strand remains, the event of breaking of which seems more like a catharsis from holding onto a futile cause of reconciliation than the fear ... » Continue Reading
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So many travellers on the road We are all under the same sky Do they know that the stars look beautiful tonight? » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
I feel like I am all alone . Completely alienated and apart from everything in this world . I feel a pit of emotions down in my stomach and I feel like I've always had it inside me,as if it's an inseparable part of me that could never be distinguished from my own identity . I don't want to let go of anyone anymore . I feel hollow as if I am made of straws and grass. How do people live like this, w... » Continue Reading
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