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sad pic for scottshak's hindi poem

मैं यहीं ठीक हूँ

जब तुम ठहरे हो एक कगार पर,कि अब टूटे की तब टूटे,जहाँ टूटने के सिवा और कुछ न कभी होता,इंतज़ार के चौखट पर शायद ही मन कभी सोता,तो क्या फ़ायदा हथेलियों का? जब रेत रोके न रुके, जब हर सोच हो बिखरने की, रास्ता हो

chess reflection image for scottshak's musing

Player Two

Gaming has been a big chunk of my life so much that I always return to it. If I mull over the why, the only thing that makes sense to me is that maybe it takes me to a different world. The bizarre possibilities of

Karmic Vessel image for scottshak article

Karmic Vessel

Think about it, the only thing that makes sense of one’s fate is the concept of Karma. Otherwise, why would a child die at a very young age? What’s he punished for? Or why do two people born in the same circumstances experience life very

image used for scottshak's poem the boogeyman hour

The Boogeyman Hour

Why I hate to fightIs not the hurt,It is actually the aftermathWhen she pulls herself under a shellAnd struggles to trust me again.I was a monsterSome unfortunate minutes ago,It is so difficult to convinceThat I am not the same man,I was merely at my lowest

adventure image for scottshak's musing

Adventureland

Every new thing is like an adventure for me. While I am trying to muster all hope from every nook and cranny I could find at this stage, when someone suggests trying an unusual thing, I instantly become all ears. Always giving in to what

jumping between books - the jumpy book thoughts

The Jumpy Book

I can’t hold your attention anymore,You always stop to read what the other book has to say,Constantly jumping between conversations.I am often forced to wonderWhich one do you hold the mostDear!I can’t make out What your mystery smile tries to sayAnd whose words bring you to

Irving Penn's photo for Scottshak's musing 'food for thought'

Food for thought

Out of the most cardinal human chores, it is no mystery that eating remains one of those rudimentary purposes that clearly stand out. Primarily because of how it makes you feel, you know, when you put a morsel in your mouth, it’s the taste that

lost boy photo for scottshak's poem

Lost Boy

Lost boy! Lost boy!Where did you go?Your world seeks you,But you barely know. You went up the mountains,Didn’t tumble down,You liked it up there,Why’d you touch the ground? You raced through the meadowsAnd rolled on the grass,You sang new songsAway from the mass. You went

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Being in Charge

I guess what I really like about unhindered mornings is the very ability to ease into them. When there is no rush to go anywhere, no doctors to meet, no deadlines, no alarms bawling at you, and no food or meds to be taken at

Tommy Ingberg photo for scottshak's poem

एक पत्र कर्क को

कर्क तूने खुद बड़ा हो करमुझे इतना सा बना दिया | कितना गरम था यह मिज़ाज तूने नरम ही बना दिया | रातों की गायब नींद को तूने झट्ट से सुला दिया | जल्दी से बड़े होने की दौड़ कोतूने अपना ही बना लिया ?