heartbreak
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Pinky’s Burger House (Part 3)
Part 1 Part 1.5 Part 2 You hardly sleep that night. It’s one thing to be ostracised; another to be mentally ill, but it’s terrifying to be both. You didn’t ask for this. Your friends deserted you the moment you dropped out of college, deeming you a layabout or a loser with no ambition who’ll… Continue reading
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When nothing is enough
Trigger warning: This poem, though fictional deals with severe depression, suicide, grief. I visited you in the hospital yesterday. You’d survived your second attempt, much more gruesome than the first. People from church who never asked you how you were gathered around you like a shoal of bream around a diver. Praying and holding your… Continue reading
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Break up poem
Walking into the apartment where I spent so much time with you, I can’t help but be inundated with memories, the times we spent doing nothing but talking for hours on end about the most inconsequential things, the times we spent watching ‘something that will make us laugh,’ because we were so tired of the… Continue reading
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Cumbersome
I translated the message using Google and it said something about film actors. I think someone has hacked my phone, my father says, his voice bubbling with unhealthy excitement, a rush of madness, making him see ghouls and eyes on the ceiling; evil, disfigured succubi and dirt and mud. I’m angry that he’s burdening me… Continue reading
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anything/something/nothing
I sit on my balcony tonight smoking, thinking of all the lives I’ve led in my lifetime, all the roles I’ve played, the cards I’ve drawn — The naïve young man who lusted with an unmitigated possessiveness and rationalised that it was love. All I wanted then were her curves and the taste of her… Continue reading
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Swansong
When we were together all those years ago, staring at a grainy TV screen, but thinking we were watching a cinematic tour de force, atmospheric and beautiful, you had your visions of who you wanted me to be — a witty, loquacious knight in shining armour with a Rabelaisian… Continue reading
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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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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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Silence
I’ve never had it easy, but I don’t say that on a note of cloying self-pity, a shrill E6, or in a way that makes my pain superior to yours, a sorrowed yet narcissistic boast. It’s just that I’ve never had it easy, even more so recently, struggling to find… Continue reading
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Afterglow
“and the afterglow…of your gaze…is the onlysweater that I need.”― Sanober Khan, Turquoise Silence Here I am, languishing in the languor of the late afternoon with a bottle of wine, pining for someone who doesn’t care if I exist. I tell myself it’s the port that makes me reflect on Kachnar Trees … 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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