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Swirling Smoke "...“May
I see you at dusk”, it said.It was now a quotidian at my abode;Where came each soul to avail,A result to their quaint trails.So as the sun went down,Welcoming the silvery light,There was tap on the door, and a tap again.A sturdy man came in striding with a cane..."
Crainte "...I thought then of fright;Plebeian it was quite.Fright is one and demotic to man;Its causes tend to motley in shades,As if bent and spun in startling braids.A crook that dread reign and clink;Need and miss does sway him not.The saint is queer to snipe and lag,Want and hate, he has e'er fought.The treacherous being when turned on a whore;His licit's steps renders,his core then sore..."
Sanity is over-rated "... A ‘herd’ mind is one which is bound to the traditional way of perception and thought connotation . Nothing out of the blue with a text-book approach and opposed to anything that can shake its belief system. While a ‘different’ mind is one which has an open mind set about things. Open to all possibilities and looking for something novel in the monotony. Quite regularly..."
Tedium#2 - The Present "...Staring the mirror, that evening she wondered if her life was going anywhere. Jean entered her thirties and imagined a life something similar to what she had, if not exactly similar. But there was something missing. Most of her friends had a complete family. Photos on social network sites, showing how happy they were added to her misery. It was almost as if they needed a third being to complete their lives. .."
Schizophrenic Ice - cream Cone 'Tis dying, but he's trying hard... T o hold it together... Dying like his innocence, Amidst those wails and screams Of a woman in misery, Of a woman in agony... Violets dripping on the hand On the trembling hand, And cozened shades of indigo Is it a tear, is it the cream ?
Suicide Note #4 "...and I consider myself to be a useless wrath who can’t even buy friends anymore. If this is how a rich man like you brings up his children, then I believe this deal of yours couldn’t be a success. I am giving up dad and probably this way I will fulfill my dream of taking the road less taken..."
Tedium "...Did she feel sorry for him..? Or did she just pity herself for not being able to let go of him. But that too could change forever now. She stood there wondering, “Is this the beginning of the end?” Trying hard to hold back those tears, she walked to the dressing table to a frame with a picture of both of them back when they just began..."
The Ballroom Soul "...His mettle took him through the aureate vent, To a site that lay across the amorous shoal. He passed the gates as a gothic gent; In the quaint, frantic search for his Ballroom Soul...All gazed at them, as they matched their steps. Silenced with awe, their beauty and their grace. They danced through the hall, as if Apollo’s reps. In tracing the melody, the duad did ace..."
The Adulterated Existence "...Twenty four hours later, I found myself semi-conscious in a private room of a hospital where surrounded
by men in white coat I was carefully diagnosed. I had passed out of alcohol overdose and excessive
inhaling of smoke had choked my throat and suffocated me. A psychologist there after tried counseling me and even she tried to convince me that there is no such personality as ‘Rohit’. I have created all by myself an adulterated self..."
The Wife "...The gilded beam of the sun gradually metamorphosed into a murky aura...there was a sudden knock that perturbed the silence...Her
tired eyes broke into tears and her wounded arms embraced him back as he caressed him in his tenderness..."
The Sound Between My Ears "...I passed out, I could hear them talk – “He is getting worse every day. He keeps talking to himself. Thinks he is living in some apartment with some crazy neighbors. We have to shift him to another ward. I think he is developing signs of Schizz....."
Twisted down the tale The fragrance that filled the room effervescenced as wild passion from within. Her gauzy gown slipped over her shoulder revealing her bare body. Her glowing, grain- colored skin rippled in him the urge to hold her by the arms and kiss her with untaming....
The Adulterated Existence "...Twenty four hours later, I found myself semi-conscious in a private room of a hospital where surrounded
by men in white coat I was carefully diagnosed. I had passed out of alcohol overdose and excessive
inhaling of smoke had choked my throat and suffocated me. A psychologist there after tried counseling me and even she tried to convince me that there is no such personality as ‘Rohit’. I have created all by myself an adulterated self..."
The Wife "...The gilded beam of the sun gradually metamorphosed into a murky aura...there was a sudden knock that perturbed the silence...Her
tired eyes broke into tears and her wounded arms embraced him back as he caressed him in his tenderness..."
The Sound Between My Ears "...I passed out, I could hear them talk – “He is getting worse every day. He keeps talking to himself. Thinks he is living in some apartment with some crazy neighbors. We have to shift him to another ward. I think he is developing signs of Schizz....."
Twisted down the tale The fragrance that filled the room effervescenced as wild passion from within. Her gauzy gown slipped over her shoulder revealing her bare body. Her glowing, grain- colored skin rippled in him the urge to hold her by the arms and kiss her with untaming....
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