Poems
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There must be more to all of this
I tried my best. I did what I could, she says, and my heart breaks. I want to hold her and tell her that everything will be okay, that we’ll settle down in a small cottage nestled in the mountains overlooking a verdant valley with a friendly golden retriever named Buddy. But everything crumbles in… 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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Blah Blah Blah
My friend took me to meet a pastor who cooks great wild boar, and as the man grilled me on what I did and what I plan to do (the usual Indian ‘uncle’ questions), I wanted to be anywhere but there, but today, I realised that I always want to be anywhere but where I… Continue reading
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Change
I’m seeing another psychiatrist tomorrow to solve a more than a decade problem of sleepless nights, anxiety badly harmonising with my soul’s music, and depression feeding on my energy like a leech, getting fat while I become emotionally malnourished and eat and smoke and drink, hoping pork chops, Marlboro Reds and wine will become a… 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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Pseudo Mini Cantos
A.S. I have never read The Cantos and don’t plan on doing so. Sister Margaret’s resignation 1 It’s time for me to leave the nunnery, And become a pioneer of modern gunnery. To Agnes and Augustine, I’m no longer tied, I’m a gun moll and I need my Clyde. 2 enough of vespers and choir… 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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Obsession
When I spied on my grandfather watching porn in the basement, his buttocks twisting and turning, his hip rising and falling like an Irish lilt while his hand drifted everywhere — his thighs, his belly, his nipples and his cock, I developed an obsession for obscure poetry. … Continue reading
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A life well spent
I tell myself that I need to live more, but the finitude of what there is to do constrains me. I often wonder if there really is such a thing as a life well spent or if even those who’ve achieved what they set out to do are simply birds in a… Continue reading
About Me
Ordinary Person is a guy who likes to write. He writes fiction, essays, poems and other stuff.
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