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Acquired tastes

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Tiring weekday
Dim lighted cafe
Red brick walls
Fluttering guitar strings
Hot cup of coffee
Bitterness in the vein
Empty chair
Pouring memories
Smile on the face.

Adjectives n Nouns

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Frequent goosebumps

constant chillness

incessant pains

jarring reflections

buried thoughts

untold words

burnt wishes

faraway self

infinite full-stops

Ripple #10 – Second Sin

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What causes this obsession!
Pits of my past?
Thoughts of my mind?
Race of the hormones?
Blood through my heart?
Paints of your image?
or World in your eyes!?

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pic from  http://bit.ly/1w94Awq

Ripple #9 – Capitals, commas and dots

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The days of our lives
Are the infinite pieces
From a busted cracker.
Putting them together
Makes no difference.
While scattered across,
it is one hell of a show!

Still we try to bind them together
To understand it
To make some sense
To predict it
Even secretly to,
manipulate it.

From literates to
Illiterates, we all
Try to do this maths.
To learn it
To master it
Even greedily,
To escape it.

Scientists like to learn
Dimensions of time.
To analyse the past
To measure the present
Even fantasizing,
to travel the future.

And I,
I don’t know to end this one
as I haven’t seen it yet.
Maybe there is no ending
or when there is the ending,
I wont be there to write it.
For now, let me say
The cat is not killed in this
world I live.

or is it!?

Pic taken from bit.ly/1px0nP5

Ripple #8 – Pain

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How can I express this pain inside me!
It is not a pain which I can show through a wound
May be I can try telling the situation which causes it.
But the pain that got triggered,
Will it be the same for two different beings?
It is not like a cut, which will inflict the same pain
They might cope up, I might not;
I might cope up, they might not.
They say, “why don’t you Art it!?”
yes,I can. I can art it.
I might get praising for such an art
I may get, “real” “yeah me too” words
But does it make the pain any lesser?
Does it make the pain well endured?
How can I describe the pain!
The pain, which is never the same
at any given two seconds
That pain that is no where to be found
but exists always in the void.

Pic The scream