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Prose, Poetry & Pics.

January 22, 2020

Words are

my anchor:

tethering me

l

oo

se

ly

to sanity 

in 

notions of 'Love', 'kindness' and 'equanimity'—

shaking me so

vio — — l — ent — — — — — — — — — --l — — -y,

when I think

of 'pain', 'rage' and 'wickedness',

even as

they humour me 

with witty

is the 'foolishness'

the'silly'andt...

January 16, 2020

I did not know you very well.

I did not think much when you fell.

But this I know,

‘tis true

‘tis true:

You should have whizzed and zipped right through.

I did not want to feel so swell.

I did not care to also dwell.

But this I know,

‘tis true

‘tis true:

You had to get your due o...

January 1, 2020

What if 

we’re all breathing

several

lives

simultaneously

& so

your pain

reaches out……………………………2 my joy

(or vice versa………………………….);

making us

at once

always

in bittersweet

existence. 

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