A Girl Is…

A few years back my friend, Srajesh, sent me a handwritten post. It read: A girl is Alfa Shakya of The Wordcastle and I am going to write. (Spoiler alert) The sentence was a parallel to the line Arya Stark says in Game of Thrones. As both of us were fans of the series, it…

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Scattered

You find yourselfscattered –across time, across place,in the leaves of trees you’ve visited,or the words scribbled in walls, real and digital. Every piece is complete on it’s own,and yet when they come togetherthey make you more you than you. So you beginthis journeyto find your piecesthat you’d keptin various places,just to be safefor times when…

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Weeping Times

It begins from somewhere,a memory, a statement, a voice.And the tears come gushing inlike maddening storm to an otherwise perfectly solemn time. Weeping times, they areof things that cannot be changed,of things that aren’t accepted. We cry for these, don’t we?Everything else falls in between. So, my friend, when was the last timeyou had tears…

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Wrongs, Illusions, and the End

That one could feel wrongedwithout being wronged,is a strange thing. That just by existing,by being realthe heart could bleed –of course it’s job is bloodly. And thus, honestly serves only aslong as it’s sweet. Bitter thingsare bitter anyway. We’re seeking illusionsto pass till the only real thing comes – the end.

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