7.

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Frosted grass Glass shards tumbling Where sunlight shines to reveal streams of colour.   Image credits to Simon Scott Stromberg.

sleeping with a notebook 

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no, about to fall asleep – you, not the notebook – with a pen in hand exhausted but kept awake by the flashing light in your head that keeps you scribbling pages and pages you notice this happens a lot on planes, or when you can’t do the other work that you’ve been in the belly of for the past two, … Read More

6. I looked out to the quiet night

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I looked out to the quiet night and thought I saw the One But Nature did turn on the light and lo! my love was gone. The same way does the tick of Time unveil the ugly Truth Yet Love prevails above all odds That is, if it is pure. — A poem from 2012. ‘This one was inspired by … Read More

5. Fireworks

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Our friendship fireworks soaring high In radiant colors ‘cross the sky But doesn’t the flower fade away And go beneath, and go astray? Only to meet at Ocean’s silent base.

4. Restlessness

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It begins with a trill of the mind, of the finger, Getting up, sitting down, getting up, walking out Walking back, sitting down, getting up, trilling continues Sitting down, shrill fast-forward, getting up, finger taps On the keyboard, on the table, on the forehead, on the keyboard, Forming a rhythm that I can’t get out out out of Like a … Read More

3.

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My blanket is an alpine range Snow-covered silks with dancing suns fresh from the sky just for the eve, an omelette of tourists on cotton sleeve. // Another day a bloodstained scene of war with flowers the size of fortresses, stalks streams flowing up the slope, vessels of thought, of dreamless sleep. // I poise my lens, a photographer capturing … Read More

2.

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The first tree to lose all its leaves and stand exposed to the hustling of others’s leaves, the rustle of warmth as it waves its branches in vain, wind strong enough to chill but not to let those fingers touch and feel its own existence – But it will perhaps hold first the golden chandelier when the spring comes. (Final … Read More

1. Numb

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Your torso is a ladder against the back of the chair again. When did it sink this time? But it never falls past the awkward, never enough for you to lie down on the seat and float, gaze resting on the constellations in your eyes. (Imported from A.Symmetric Space, a side project I have now rescinded)

Just for fun

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Happy St. Nicholas Day, and also Happy International Volunteer Day for Economic and Social Development! Here’s something I wrote in my Economics class to celebrate the occasion: Everyone wants the best for themselves So says the economist, in a rational tone. And so macroeconomics carries the results of these words Onto a national scale, in a world of its own. … Read More

Just some scribblings

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I like a little space for my mind to grow, to swim and to discover the boundless joys of just being Of just thinking, of dancing in meadows of sunshine Conjured by hope and woven by threads of faith.   I like a little space where I can secretly dwell In the lonely hours of twilight or soft rains And … Read More