love
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Matters of the heart
I can’t make you my everything because I don’t need you to save me. I don’t want to make you an object of adoration like I’ve done the others, worshiping you until I give away bits of myself, pieces and pieces of truth, replacing them with fierce falsehood that masquerades as a holy glow like… 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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From the heart of the friendzone, the sequel
From TopGolf to skydiving to eating reindeer and an exquisite soufflé in Noma to letting me sleep in the Queen’s suite at the Ritz while you took an ordinary room, Mark, you’ve made me realise I must settle for nothing less than greatness in a man. Thank you so much for this friend-date/ friend-vacation/ friend-world tour.… Continue reading
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Listening to Opeth and dreaming of freedom
She taps her fingers on the windowpane while listening to Opeth. Within her, there’s this thirst for freedom, a need to escape the Sphinx by solving its riddles. But what is this menacing, monstrous Sphinx, though? It’s a plethora of things combining to form one grotesque creature, ranging from a Brahminical upbringing steeped in caste,… Continue reading
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Shall I compare you to a winter’s night?
Shall I compare you to a winter’s night? You are so prudish and troublingly cold. Your fiery scorn asphyxiates the light And damn, I can’t take it! I’m getting old! The blazing depths of hell gaze up at me, And my complexion is dulled and dimmed. Please stop! Leave me alone! Just let me… Continue reading
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When words on a page no longer matter
I’d give up all my words to spend an eternity with you. I’d crumple these sentences and toss them in the bin. I’d give up on language, meaning, symbols, hieroglyphics, and the art of saying one thing and meaning another if time ceased, and perpetuity carried us, making us drift through stars, planets and comets. A… Continue reading
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Anger
When a friend told me that we always hurt the people we love the most, I rebelled against the notion, the sweet breeze of romanticism evoking images of brighter futures where you and I would live in harmony, the threnody muted by change, golden-hued waves of promise washing us, a cleansing, a baptism, … Continue reading
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From the heart of the friendzone
All day long, we cry for freedom, for the cupid to strike their hearts and make them finally see that we’re worth more than those muscular bad boys they fall for, just brawn with no substance who splinter their poor hearts, making them rush to us, and spill their woes like… 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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Mere duty
Being an impulsive emotionalist, I believed a sense of longing or the warmth felt seeing someone meant I was deeply in love with them. I refused to buy the adage that insisted that love is a verb. After all, I felt so strongly and passionately, and rivers of emotion expressed… 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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