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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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A simple man
I cannot understand what you’re trying to say. I wish you’d rid your poems of fluff, obscure allusions and weird alliterative sequences and write in simple sentences. Better yet, I wish you’d give up poetry altogether and start writing prose. I don’t get why you must say, the son of perdition spitefully looks down at… 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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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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The empathetic stalker
Look, I completely understand what you’re going through. I’d be scared too if I caught a bearded, haggard man skulking about in the shadows, with a maniacal, lopsided grin plastered on his face. I’d be terrified if he took pictures of me on his phone and then had… 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
About Me
Ordinary Person is a guy who likes to write. He writes fiction, essays, poems and other stuff.
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