beauty
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All there is to know
When you asked me if my poetry made any sense all those years ago, you destroyed my Negative Capability and made me want to justify everything I wrote because you stand, mocking and accusing me like the people of Sodom criticised Lot every time my finger presses a key on the computer.… Continue reading
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Beauty
The best part of beauty is that which no picture can express. – Francis Bacon If you go to Mandrem Beach in Goa, you’ll find the river noiselessly meeting the sea. It slithers through waves of silky sand, bathing in the august afterglow, reflecting the deepest pink, and finds solace in the all-encompassing blue. Viewing and… Continue reading
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My world
When I was younger, the world beckoned me to explore it, to play football on the streets using the gates of houses as goals, to ride my bicycle into neighbouring districts, finding unfamiliar faces my age and befriending them, but as I grew older, I sought to bring the world to… Continue reading
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Eden
To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring – it was peace. – Milan Kundera I’m sitting on the veranda of the old mountain cottage, looking at the verdant valley when, through the deep caves of thought, I hear… Continue reading
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Free
The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion. – Albert Camus The wind soughs through the wayward pines, past the dilapidated mines, beckoning me to join it, to walk away and admit my need to be wild and free,… Continue reading
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Walking
Walking without reflection is good for balance, methinks. Cleaving away the ruminative aspect of a stroll like a butcher slicing ham is conducive to auspicious days and nights when the crescent’s whispery cadence quietens impulse and ushers in tranquility. Why should I assiduously scan the pages of my life, trying in vain to strike off… Continue reading
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Whole
There’s beauty in the world, they say, in the honey-yellow sun slinking down the grey, pastel sky, merging with the horizon, eventide apocalypse, in the expressionist dancing with meraki, tossing paint on the canvas, a bizarre amalgamation of thought and impetus, in the quivers of lovemaking, the shudders of last breaths – Eros and Thanatos… Continue reading
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Togetherness
You pray in perfect sentences like an architect’s muse has grazed each phrase, and I want to tell you that God prefers groans from the deepest recesses of the soul. I hate your Pentecostalism, believing it’s religious babble amounting to nothing, but then I remember you wept when I did, when friends forsook and rejection… Continue reading
About Me
Ordinary Person is a guy who likes to write. He writes fiction, essays, poems and other stuff.
Ordinary Person 