Him

“Him” The first time was blurry, The image of people lying beside me, My mother tells me, My eyes were glassy, I was too small, Memories and words spoken I cannot recall, But I must have sensed him, And he must have sensed me.   The second time is more recent, I was afraid and […]

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14092017

I was a different man, a person who was probably blaming himself for everything, crashing relationships, it was like my soul was being ripped apart into pieces. It felt like my dark cold side was taking over, as if the only way to escape this trap was to let the dark side take over my […]

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Two by Three; Tokyo-One Last Time

Tu Shaheen hai, Parwaaz hai kam tera, Tere aage Asman aur bhi hai-Iqbal You are a falcon, flying is your vocation-Translation   “Every time they go, they fail, he fails”– Smirked a friend who once used to believe in him. The very fact that it was his last time made him nervous, anxious, the very […]

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A Mother’s Prayer:Unanswered

If I stayed here, something inside me would be lost forever—something I couldn’t afford to lose. It was like a vague dream, a burning, unfulfilled desire. The kind of dream people have only when they’re seventeen. – Haruki Murakami Read Part 1 here – A Mother’s Prayer Read Part III here – A Mother’s Prayer:Remembered […]

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Afterlife

I woke up with an aftertaste of stars, on green fragrant grass. The aroma worked better than coffee. The view, better than the Scotland hilltops. I was too engulfed in the moment to care where I was, All I did was walk towards a strangely lit tower. Mysterious it was. Sometimes it seemed far away, […]

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A Mother’s Prayer

When I was young, I used to live in a small house with my parents and my brother in a town called Landour in India. It is a small town surrounded by hills. We had a traditional lifestyle and lived with very little requirements. I remember often playing the game of I-Spy with my brother. […]

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Dreams of a Dreamer

All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds, wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act on their dreams with open eyes, to make them possible. What is your why? Is […]

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Dear Suicide

Hi Don’t take this personally but I have some things I really need to tell you. You are pain and suffering and all mean things that rush through neurones to absolutely and completely destroy every speck of hope. You move from trembles to tears in a dash and leave more tears behind than what I […]

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