waking up every morning n seeing “1 new message” hoping its from the girl i love..
randomly noticing tht my wireless internet detector has automatically connected to a random neighbors wireless router giving me free access wen i need it the most =)
speakeasy has taken birth again!
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One upon a time there lived a king. The king was a very kind-hearted person and was liked by all, envied by few. The people were very happy in his reign. But king was not happy, he had a serious illnes, he was dying.
…crawling in my skin, these wounds, they will not heal
I live a life
that is so desolate
so confusing
there is no hope at all.
There is death
which is so easy, so full of fear
and life
the unknown.
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How naïve and toward does the lover
With an old torn hat borrow from incantations
To make himself a sinner from a bath;
A sign of a cross
Living backwards; the river lusting for the sea
(Tricked by evaporation and bird shit)
Only the smiles condense back to the source of her
But what does he see rushing down and down?
And the sea can only rise and fall with the moon
The only true love in the solar circles:
Gravity of mountains mixed with the mystery
Of stardust craters and rockets.
Egregious grass and metal flowers slice
Dice; dance and fall, living backwards,
Fighting time
. . . for a dime . . . to pine . . . to dine . . .
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A listless shoe, right in the middle of a bustling street. There are some who kick it and laugh as they walk by, there are some who shrink away from it. And then there are those who just stand in a corner and watch.
The listless shoe.
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Backing out the driveway
the car lights cast an eerie glow
in the morning fog centering
on movement in the rain slick street
Hitting brakes I anticipate a squirrel or a cat or sometimes
a little raccoon
I once braked for a blind little mole who try though he did
could not escape the cat toying with his life
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I have been always fascinated with the myriad of experiences and the rich culture that Delhi has to offer. For years I have been laughing silently at the people who know nothing of the beauty that this uncouth city holds. They look at the cynical smile that I offer and tell me that I have too deep a tie with this city to be able to do justice to an unbiased argument. Fellow Mumbaikars curse Delhi for the sheer lack of etiquette and demeanor. Yes they are, and always have been correct. Delhi is loud, uncouth and on certain occasions uncaring. But there can be no denying of the fact that there is no city as vibrant, as colourful and as lively.
What I never knew about my favourite city was that not only is it an amazing place to live and grow up, but also Delhi can boast of some amazing people, intellectual movements and extraordinary courage. More
