Category: Floating
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A Morning Poem
For all the crumbs left behind On the highway of Time For all the dreams Undreamt On the highway of success For all the moments Which well up Which swell up And consume my mind For all the nightmares That leave a bad taste In the life I left behind For all the lives, I […]
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The Good Fight
Sharing, Of deeds done And things felt Are more important Than the deeds done And the things felt; Alone. Fighting the Good Fight, Is more important, Than staying alive; And feasting over the verdant; Triumphant. Sitting by the shores, Of your imagination And dreaming about What She is telling you Is more valuable… Than all […]
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Alienation
It feels so strange to know that I have not written here for over a month. And possibly indicative of the alienation that comes from not knowing where one day ends and the next one begins…but such thoughts are for another place. This is a scattered post; an attempt to reassure myself that I have […]
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I want, To sit in a hall, Discussing Frost Sleep at the back, And dream of Picasso. “Thanks to art, instead of seeing a single world, our own, we see it multiply until we have before us as many worlds as there are original artists.” Marcel Proust
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Dust
I have often wondered why my post titles are so monosyllabic. It reminds of those Hindi posters I saw growing up. You know? Like Deewar with the letters hewn from rock and crumbling. But in my head its more like a small word spoken into the Infinite, and I am happy in the knowledge that […]
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A Racing Heart
I locked them up, In a corner of my heart After running up the stairs, That night. Told the Whispers That no longer could I live… With thier chains. Banished them, For I was Launcelot. But whispers are whispers. And sometimes they return Making me check the chinks Within and without. Then I think of […]
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Some things…
Are difficult to suppress. I have grown to love Gill Sans, and whenever I take on a new project, or want a font that reflects my personality I choose Gill Sans. So I wiki’d it. Check out who adopted it as its official typeface in 2003. Damn, damn, damn. Once a babu… 🙂
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A Breeze…
…is so soft, and gentle a thing, and yet, it makes everything more alive to the eye than it would otherwise be; causing involuntary, unexpected movement. Like long hair fluttering gently. And leaves rustling. And voices carrying. And pages flipping over.
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Leaps Of Faith
There are some cultural objects, which have viewpoints you find alien. Which describe social systems and generalisations you abhor. But of these, there are a handful, which have something else so powerful, so unearthly, that they pull you along into a world and relaity which changes everything. Your cultural contexts, your levels of tolerance, your […]
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