Tag: life
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September 09, 2006 08:12 PM EDT --
In my childhood I was told to write opposites. So, when I saw knowledge, I wrote ignorance. And when I saw remembering, I wrote forgetting. But then things changed so that when I saw knowledge, I wrote . . .
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September 21, 2006 09:17 PM EDT --
A storm had broken in somehow, into one of my childhood days.
It wasn't meant to be there. It should have been a clear evening in the park, like all evenings in the park are meant to be. There ought . . .
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October 09, 2006 10:17 AM EDT --
There was a house of many doors, in which each of the doors led to some other rooms.
He lived in that house. He was born there and had been there ever since. Alone.
There was no door to outside. There . . .
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September 10, 2006 09:12 PM EDT --
"Must a risk always be dangerous?" - I remember one of my childhood friends had asked me once. I had found silence that day, for the first time, as an answer. The same silence had frightened . . .
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September 13, 2006 08:35 PM EDT --
I have two brains. They are paired to think in two separate terms. They often work simultaneously. But it really starts getting difficult when thoughts start jumbling up. These are times when I must surrender. . . .
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September 08, 2006 08:13 AM EDT --
I woke up and found myself inside a dream. It was my life.
Its been long since we put our imaginations in a colourful box and thrown them into a lake. We watched it sink deeper and deeper till . . .
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September 27, 2006 08:36 PM EDT --
It began
When his floor-tiles cracked
Assuming shapes of broken dreams
And shades of a spider's web.
The first shoot was seen – peeping in,
Creeping into his room.
An opening in the center of . . .
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September 22, 2006 08:04 PM EDT --
I felt oftentimes, that a dusk has many beginnings. As if fragmented into different spaces, in different times it lingers in its own dillemma of the dull, the bright and the dark. However, when I . . .
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April 29, 2009 10:27 PM EDT --
Once upon a time, I used to have time
And I stole some of it to sit beside your grave.
I didn’t know why I went there
The graveyards were off-limits since the days of the circus.
The graveyards were . . .
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December 03, 2006 07:53 PM EST --
I wrote my screams on a piece of paper. Distributed evenly on either sides. One of the sides would weigh more than the other.
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December 07, 2006 08:40 PM EST --
Inside her closed eyelids I had drawn a map. She could follow it when she slept. And return to the unknown places. Unknown faces. In stealing times, when she betrayed herself. Faces were imposed on the . . .
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April 28, 2007 07:39 PM EDT --
Alberto Banks had been saving all his life. He wanted to buy a river.
As a child, he had been given a ribbon by his father. A blue ribbon. His father was always this strange man who would scrutinize his . . .
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May 02, 2007 07:05 AM EDT --
He dreamt of a reincarnation on the exact day that he was to die. And it was exactly after he woke up from the dream, restless, that he realized that he was about to die. The only thing he couldn't . . .
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October 19, 2006 08:56 PM EDT --
One evening when we sat by the distances, she told me of her wish to burn her body to see her souls catch fire, too. She said she loved the perfume of burnt-out souls. I realized that it was going to be . . .
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December 01, 2006 08:28 PM EST --
I've been singing into the depths of the night. Seeing them banging their heads into the blue. Until drops of blood would splash onto the bluish blue - making it turn purple. Purple. Perplexing. Unsimilar . . .
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December 02, 2006 07:38 PM EST --
Evenings have turned to their strands. Leaving my hands wet of the manifold orgasms. I kept kicking the pebble and went where it went. Inside you. The clumsy face of our dead children. Careless kids. They'd . . .
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September 12, 2008 07:46 AM EDT --
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April 04, 2009 12:04 PM EDT --
Our first meeting was inside a closet.
Incidentally, so was our first year together.
Our first meeting was difficult.
We were like two tiny existentialists
Fighting for the most valuable resource . . .
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April 05, 2009 03:37 PM EDT --
The child slept on the stage
And that is how the play began.
He didn’t wake up throughout the play.
The child slept on the stage
And that is how the play ended.
Coming out of the theatre
I had . . .
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April 16, 2009 10:01 PM EDT --
It was said that the fire didn’t have a beginning.
I had discovered it for the first time
Inside the palms of the nurses. As they
Threw it on us. It was much like playing
With the snowballs. The . . .
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