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Detractors

I fulfill promises I made to me, You think I fiddle with my toys Trying to live my toy stories? Even if I might be in one, I care for none; I don’t care when you fail to see What I see, It’s not my

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The Laundry Bag – A Short Horror Film

I have ventured into the world of creating films. Direction and screenwriting has always fascinated me, probably why I am a diehard cinephile. You would know that if you know me well. If I am nowhere to be found I would probably be in a

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Somewhere Else

Shrouded bodies, Crowded places, This isn’t the world I had dreamt of When I was a child in the head, I used to think a little more, And sleep a little less, Yet my dreams never failed To bring a future in my bed. Shiny

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To the Expectant

You are layering up your expectations, Like I am expected To run on your word. You want of me To become Your idea of me, While my ideas smother in my head. What of my expectations? What of them, you ask. Who would hurt the most

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The Old Man and the Sea Review

Reading The Old Man and the Sea was therapeutic for me. While there waddled the story of an old man having a hard time at sea, I chose to retrace it by mapping it against our life. That’s exactly how it is like – life.

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Strangers on the Bus

It was the same routine. Like a daily monotonous job. That part of life we have no control over. And we are forced to sit through it brooding through what our life has become and what would it become. But that unpleasant stream of thoughts

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The Boy Who Cried Love

Moments pure wash up my gate, My eyes hold rivers of faint memories That pour out one by one, Like a touch of a girl in my hand – Soft and not from this world. Of whispers sent through the wind When I was too

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Drowning Stars

City lights, You have drowned all my stars! Can I hate you more for Painting over my canvas? The quiet time of the lovers, Who used to prod for answers in the vast Had a world to explore; You have smeared it by your din.

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The Philosopher’s Lullaby

Do you go to bed to eat your day? To make your misery go away? Or because your eyelids fall Whenever you try to stay awake? Are you waiting for a point in time To snooze yourself till you reach there? But all the unpleasantness

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Our Time

You are thinking about my world In your world, I am a dream You can wipe out With a mere thought Spent on someone else. I will be gone in your momentary disregard For the better part of the day, But it doesn’t work that