depression
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When all is said and done
When all is said and done where will I stand? With the degenerate or the enraptured holy throng? Will death’s door lead to Eden’s viridescent land? I’ve clasped the feeble coward’s hand, lost to distressing reverie and contemplating hard and long. When all is said and done where will I stand? … Continue reading
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An insane Babu who wants to be Charles V
1 I should have invested in the electric car industry, made a profit and opened a restaurant, hired a fantastic chef with his team of ambitious sous-chefs, earning one Michelin Star for its Tandoori Foie Gras, two, for its deconstructed Octopus Biryani and three, for its Flavours of India… Continue reading
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Laughter club
I used to play football in a sports complex all those years ago, and there was a laughter group who’d roar, cackle, shout and scream, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, and though they hadn’t diagnosed me yet, my depression began assailing me then, making me wonder how these people… Continue reading
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Music
My Wi-Fi is terrible, and that sucks because I’m in the mood to listen to Dakota by Stereophonics. My taste in music has devolved from progressive metal by the likes of Circus Maximus to the angry plucking of the double bass by Mingus to the feet-tapping, raise-a- toast-and-live-your-best-life-like- Hugh-Hefner cooler stuff like the Dave Brubeck… Continue reading
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Shoeshine Timmy
Shoeshine Timmy sits outside the Charminar polishing shoes. I wonder where he learned to speak such fluent English and why he insists on using an Anglicised name. Sometimes I wonder if he’s even real or just a figment of my imagination made real because I dread meeting relatives at the wedding reception I have to… Continue reading
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Whatever
I’m listening to Creep by Radiohead for the umpteenth time and I get it. I just do. I am a damn creep, a shadowy, sinister madman/boogeyman/ sad man who emerged from murky pools of oblivion, spammed FB feeds with his bleak, obscure poetry that centred on what he deemed ‘esoteric truths’ but were really asinine… Continue reading
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The Revenant
I have come back from the dead to haunt my poetry like it haunted me when I lived, plaguing me with unneeded guilt, bringing the harrowing parts of my life into focus, until I sobbed and sobbed because the lucidity never brought me catharsis, but only added to my… Continue reading
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Living
There was this shitty bar close to the college I used to attend. My friends and I would often gather there after class and drink cheap whiskey and rum. We were vagabonds then, going nowhere in life and talking about fistfights, pull or some lead singer who went mental. I remember one such conversation. As… Continue reading
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Ashen
Looking back on the silence that defined the last ten years, the stillness that echoed, the lifeless status quo like the arthritic five fingers of the first line of a terrible haiku, I wonder how I endured the passage of time, day shifting into another day without anything… Continue reading
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As I grow older
As I grow older, my distress is more with me, more than ripest foliage and shadows of fall, time and circumstance make it hard to see that there might be more than pain’s illegible scrawl, that fate promises more age to age beyond each day’s pale, disquieting throes, the aubade with its… Continue reading
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Ordinary Person is a guy who likes to write. He writes fiction, essays, poems and other stuff.
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