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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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Rings of Smoke "...On a windy day, shyly sitting in a sty, Wrote he some lyrics, as this loony passed by, Saw he, the smoke rising, from the corner of his...remarked, "Along this current, even a pig could fly !"...The indolent fool, fancied a thing or two, From those lips, came forth a few, And still floated; pondered he, Why ?..."
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 Light Which Lost "...Unforgotten yet blemished, times of yore, I distinctly evoke...the sodden sparrow fatigued from life’s reel. The future and hope so well churned, the stars beyond so lucidly provoke, Oft and again provoked me the past...but advance I will to the fore. To my left, the candle so patently burned,but something dissimilar I felt than before. Fervently I gazed at the flame..."
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 neighbours. We have to shift him to another ward. I think he is developing signs of Schizz....."
Uncle Whitman says "...Perusing the horizon at sunset has always been an experience which brings many latent thoughts from the back of my mind into consideration. On such day, a line hummed in my head. It was a line by Walt Whitman from his poem, ‘I Sit and Look Out’.
The line goes like - “I hear secret convulsive sobs from young men..."
Beyond the Radcliffe Line "...At that stroke of midnight hour, in middle of sleep, Stealthily bomb of partition was burst upon people,
Burying the dreams of freedom, tears ran down deep. Inside that broken piece of land, that then faced cripple..."
Suicide Note #3 "...9 months and it is still not over. I have a fear that I will lose myself in this race for living a life less tragic. The morning sunshine doesn’t bring a new hope for me mom rather it reminds me of yet another tormenting and unkind day ahead.
A World within You "...And percolating to the very depth of what your eyes are viewing as a structure. A world that is knitting with every instance your senses are perceiving..."
Interview with Hilda David I would love to have been a scuba diver. The only problem is, finding books that are water-proof and finding a way to read them under the water.
Professor X vs Professor Gandhi Charles when killed in a telepathic battle with Phoenix alias Jean Grey, succeeds in transferring his mind to that of a brain-dead man, similarly Gandhi lived, even after he was killed, through his ideals and principles.
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 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 Light Which Lost "...Unforgotten yet blemished, times of yore, I distinctly evoke...the sodden sparrow fatigued from life’s reel. The future and hope so well churned, the stars beyond so lucidly provoke, Oft and again provoked me the past...but advance I will to the fore. To my left, the candle so patently burned,but something dissimilar I felt than before. Fervently I gazed at the flame..."
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 neighbours. We have to shift him to another ward. I think he is developing signs of Schizz....."
Uncle Whitman says "...Perusing the horizon at sunset has always been an experience which brings many latent thoughts from the back of my mind into consideration. On such day, a line hummed in my head. It was a line by Walt Whitman from his poem, ‘I Sit and Look Out’.
The line goes like - “I hear secret convulsive sobs from young men..."
Beyond the Radcliffe Line "...At that stroke of midnight hour, in middle of sleep, Stealthily bomb of partition was burst upon people,
Burying the dreams of freedom, tears ran down deep. Inside that broken piece of land, that then faced cripple..."
Suicide Note #3 "...9 months and it is still not over. I have a fear that I will lose myself in this race for living a life less tragic. The morning sunshine doesn’t bring a new hope for me mom rather it reminds me of yet another tormenting and unkind day ahead.
A World within You "...And percolating to the very depth of what your eyes are viewing as a structure. A world that is knitting with every instance your senses are perceiving..."
Interview with Hilda David I would love to have been a scuba diver. The only problem is, finding books that are water-proof and finding a way to read them under the water.
Professor X vs Professor Gandhi Charles when killed in a telepathic battle with Phoenix alias Jean Grey, succeeds in transferring his mind to that of a brain-dead man, similarly Gandhi lived, even after he was killed, through his ideals and principles.
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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