Tag: psychology
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April 15, 2009 12:15 AM EDT --
I guess it was a Monday when
Walking down to the place
Where our school used to be, I found
It had been replaced by a hangar.
It had planes that seemed old and empty.
And the children whose jubilant . . .
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June 17, 2009 10:27 PM EDT --
Her blood rained, like droplets, on an unchanging spot. Beside her bed. Accumulated. Drop by drop. Every drop. Except the first one.
He closed his palm, felt the warmth of the first droplet with . . .
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August 04, 2008 10:19 PM EDT --
Casually, he had casted the lighted matchstick up. Instead of down, to be falling somewhere on the already dirty earth beneath. Or on some long abandoned newspaper. Yellow grasses. And set them aglow. . . .
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September 12, 2008 07:46 AM EDT --
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September 14, 2008 03:03 PM EDT --
Tushi was a cat who could have been an ocean.
She could have been other things as well like – a blanket that smelled of warmth, a puddle in your green yards, a broken wristwatch, a collage of photographs . . .
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April 12, 2009 10:37 AM EDT --
I came musing into a senile night.
In its womb I found a tent.
Sleeping.
The tent was huge.
It seemed to encompass the entire night.
Clinging on to it.
The night was old.
It had waited in . . .
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April 23, 2009 10:09 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 . . .
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April 25, 2009 02:35 AM EDT --
The sound of agony is disconcerting.
Sitting on the aeroplane, I still remember
The paper plane papa had made out of me
As he had glided me out of the window
Of the second floor of our house. . . .
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April 22, 2009 01:34 AM EDT --
One day, my reflection stepped out of the mirror
As I sat unaware reading the newspaper.
He came up from behind. Tiptoed
Like a child. Touching my shoulder.
And it’s difficult greeting your own . . .
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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 06, 2009 09:47 PM EDT --
The history of Uncle Klempt’s death
Had still belonged to the future, those days.
Like the days when you’d open your windows
And the first thing you notice is smoke.
Rising up. Almost artistically. . . .
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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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August 15, 2008 08:25 AM EDT --
He had painted the picture of nothing but a solitary teardrop on a piece of black carbon paper. On the other side of the paper he had laid down the river.
Night bloomed in the river, that morning. . . .
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June 01, 2008 01:49 PM EDT --
In the end, the wings took her inside herself. She flew right through her own nostrils.
The flight, she still recalls, was endless. She didn't know that her inside was deeper and vaster than the . . .
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April 07, 2009 09:20 PM EDT --
One day, our feet felt heavier
Than the bag that we used to carry around
Everywhere. And the two of us
Decided to rest. Yes, just like that.
I know none of you shall agree
Or approve of such careless . . .
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April 20, 2009 12:55 AM EDT --
Let’s speak of a time when there was sound.
We used to linger in the auditorium
We had players and audience.
An existence meant for each other.
A belonging sans personal acquaintance.
Let’s think . . .
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January 19, 2009 12:22 PM EST --
She had a golden tear. It had grown on the left side of her cheek. Its root went further. Right through her skin. Onto the back side of her tongue.
She wept when she was hungry.
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May 18, 2008 09:27 PM EDT --
She was playing with the mist. She made balls of smoke and rolled them into the denser mist. Then, she would go in looking for the ball. Each time when she came out with the ball she realized that . . .
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August 10, 2008 01:24 AM EDT --
“A man is always a teller of tales, he lives surrounded by his own stories and the stories of others, he sees everything that happens to him through them; and he tries to live his life as if he were . . .
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August 20, 2008 03:11 AM EDT --
[ On 15th August 1947, India won Independence ]
“There’s always two sides to a gate” his father had told him “and one side’s not equal to the other.”
“There are always two worlds”, he . . .
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