Inspired

She says she wants me to live,
Then she gives me the poison to drink.
When I drink the poison,
She complains that I do not die.
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A Rhyming Poem

That day when I was flying kite,
I reckon it was a lovely night,
Because the sun was shining bright,
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Pillow Talk

and then they both were tired.
M: Hmmpf.
W: You liked it?
M: No, yes.
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no title goes

Speaks the truth sometimes, mostly lies under the tree, my old friend fat albert behaves like whiskey with jin on rum soda make confession idiot likes to strike matches inside his glory hole space in my eyes are looking at you in the sense that i’m not blind anymore but then last night when you came i was drunk not most of the time though. so i thought lets call it quits instead of making things difficult, the plane flies high enough to not drop shadow inside a white prison black waves inside the heart of a surgeon.
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Let’s See

Blind to the darkness,
Blind to the light.
Blind every morning,
Blind every night.
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Imagination Dead Imagine Faqs

Who are you?
I’m Kunal Goel, more info can be found here > About Me

Who is Koonal?
That’s me. Some people like to call me Koonal, though my actual name is Kunal Goel.

Do you own this blog?
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Underfed Lowerlip

In front of the mirror counting the minutes.

An hour before I leave. Fixed myself a date after much squabble. Girl isn’t much but still. Strapping my Swatch, a glance at the minute hand. My Suede shoe keeping beat per second.

In front of the mirror tweezing my eyebrows.
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A Short-autobiography of a Grape Juice

Ok you want to hear it. Your wish. Die.
Ever heard of Thomas Bramwell Welch?
Ofcourse not. He was my father. A dentist.
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Name

32 years later he decided to change his name.
Albert, Albert will be a fine new name, he thought.
Or Mike, Mike is cool.
Stephen maybe.
Anything but Mike.
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Apostrophe S

Yellow Deer,
Why are you?
Ever’s thing is confine here. Kids light fire, lights kids. Desirable is indesirable since last night. More

Sucks R Us

The stage contains no furniture except two bar chairs in the middle of the stage. On the left chair Bob is sitting. He is about 40 years old, very fat and looks weary and sad all through the act. On the right chair is Robin. He is lean and looks younger than Bob. The stage is lit by a flashlight pointing directly to the two chairs.

Bob (facing the audience): So we left the job.
Robin (facing the audience): Yes we left the job.
Bob and Robin together (singing): We left the job.
Robin: Or the job left us.
Bob: Don’t say that Robin.
Robin: Ok, we left the job.
Bob: Oh yes, we left the job, didn’t we.
Robin: Or the job left us, yes.
Bob: Yes, the job left us.
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Defeat of Desire

Lying on the ground was his dead body.
In his pocket a suicide note was found.
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Imagination Dead Imagine

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A House for Mr. Biswas

A house for Mr. Biswas is one of the greatest books I’ve ever read, and I’ve read thousands of books. AHFMB follows the life of Mr. Biswas from the moment he was born to the time when he dies. His life is very ordinary. Mr Biswas is an ambitionless man who just goes through his life trying to find some pleasure in small things. More

Indian Idol And Me

Ok, this is what happened. I was watching tv, Indian Idol was on. Sonu Nigam, Farah Khan and Anu Malik were judging the contestants and I was generally enjoying the show. Just then Megha turned up on tv. I know she used to sing good but for Indian Idol! It had been three years since I last saw her and she hadn’t changed much. More