Tag: midnight musings
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Closure
I’ve waited for eternityTo live through this dayI’ve longed for the feelingTo just hear you say I’ve been angryI’ve been sadI’ve been crazyI’ve been madI’ve felt devoid of emotionI’ve been stripped of all I had But I knew this day would comeWhen you sit across from meLike I once needed helpYou too would need mercy…
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Some more time to heal
I dreamt of growing old togetherAnd together we’d turn greyBut with every passing dayYour memory fades away. I felt darkness was there foreverThere forever from dusk to dawnWe stood still, while you were goneWhen life became a game of pawns. I find it hard to recall, hard to rememberTo remember, what life once was aboutI…
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Abusive relationships
Shraddha stood by the window, for her favourite pastime, to catch a glimpse of Karan, her neighbour. She must’ve had a crush on him for more than over a year since her family moved into this house. She drooled over his curly locks, brown eyes, and that vicious smile. It was a teenage romance for…
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Is the mirror getting old?
She raises her doubts, to the figure in goldAm I pretty no more, or is the mirror getting old?She finds a scar on her face, she looks untoldAm I pretty no more, or is the mirror getting old? She looks at the glass, who looks back at herShe tries some make up, but it doesn’t…
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🌬️What is in the air these days 🌫️
Is it just me or are you also feeling a nip in the air? Isn’t it too cold for October?? And how come so suddenly summer has turned into winter. Till yesterday I was turning on the fan and suddenly I’m wearing layers today. What is happening? I’ve heard of those weather phenomenon EL Nino,…
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One of these days
One of these days, I might forget the painI’ll try a new beginningMake something of myself One of these days, there might be rainBeyond the thunder and lightningBefore the sunny days One of these days, will not be in vainWill account to somethingAnd lead to a better way One of these days, I’ll let it…
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Jealousy, rebellion and hatred
Jealousy – A Kimo Came across a picture of them, love struck.Jealousy, the green devilStood by my side again. **** Kimo poems are an Israeli version of haiku. Most of the rules are still familiar: 3 lines. No rhymes. 10 syllables in the first line, 7 in the second, and 6 in the third. Rebellion-…
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Jerry – the dog
I always loved dogs but I’ve never had one until last year when I adopted him from an NGO. He’s not with us anymore but still I do sometimes think of him and stumble upon his pictures. I saw a post online for dog adoption and saw his cute little face. And something in me…
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Maybe just a bad dream….
I had a dream about you last night. Well, that was new.. I never dream about you.. I don’t even think about you anymore. Still, you were the first guy I ever loved. First kiss, first everything. And yet I wonder, why we never had a first date. About the dream, it was nice..and passionate..…
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Karmic account and one grocery delivery!
Something very silly happened yesterday that provoked this thought of what affects my “Karma”. I don’t have a great understanding of the concept as I am not a very religious or deeply spiritual person. But I do somewhat agree to the idea that what you send out in the world is what you would get…
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Crime of Circumstances
This is kind of connected to a previous post I wrote ‘Abusive relationships‘. It’s the same story from a slightly different perspective. We are slaves of perception and often jump to conclusions. I feel we sometimes get stuck on an opinion, just to prove a conclusion that we have already reached. Sometimes, there may be…
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ये बारिश
ये बारिश मुझे पास बुलाती है, तेरी याद दिलाती हैठंडी हवा छू के निकल जाती है, तेरी याद दिलाती हैअक्सर मुझे वो भी दिन याद आता है, जब तुमने यूँही चलते चलते, मेरा हाथ थाम लिया थाऔर बारिश की कुछ बूंदों ने भी, तुम्हारा साथ दिया था पर वो मौसम भी रुका नहीं, तुम्हारी ही…
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Alcohol – My New Toxic Relationship
I actually wrote this a few weeks back but it seemed apt to post today. It was a drinking heavy weekend for me. I had beer and rum last night and some wine this afternoon. I am sitting on my terrace and drinking wine as I post this. I’m writing this as I contemplate making…
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The bitter-sweet relationship between me and my job
I guess it’s kind of ironic that I’m writing this on a Friday evening and on my office laptop. My job stresses me out!!!! No news flash there, everyone’s does. But to be honest, my work isn’t even hectic. I work in finance but I do not work at an investment bank or wall street…
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The Joys of Self-Pity
“Self-pity in its early stages is as snug as a feather mattress. Only when it hardens does it become uncomfortable.” Maya Angelou Well, what brought this up? A simple fight with a dear friend. A friend who loves to wallow in misery. I exaggerate, but he does. I have myself, often enjoyed the sweet company…
Midnight Musings 