Posted on October 21, 2019
by neuroticphilosopher
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I may no longer be young, But I can always be new Maybe I let you go Just to always have you It looks like a long drought But.. say, we don’t forget the dew… ID January 2020
Category: I think.., Philosophy, PoetryTags: goals, Hot air Balloons, life, Photography, Poetry, power, Renewal, spiritual, Youth
It’s the end of time I could go on, as beforeWords, or tags can hurt no moreWere they known, or something new?The blows and swings, in constant slew.. I touch my chest to feel the piecesAs night shrinks…the stinging easesWhat can’t break, then slowly… Continue Reading “It’s the end of time”
Category: Cinema, I think.., Philosophy, Photography, PoetryTags: culture, freedom, friends, friendship, happiness, heartbreak, honesty, hope, inspiration, life, Orwell, Philosophy, poem, Poetry, resiliency, romance, Ruins, time, truth, writing
There are so many times I feel that I am stagnating. In a limbo. Getting nowhere, doing nothing valuable. Then I blame many things that have caused me to get into this rut, family expectations, my being a perfectionist by nature, living in a… Continue Reading “Streams”
Category: I think.., PhilosophyTags: Blessings, dreams, goals, Grateful, inspiration, life, Mother's day, Oklahoma, Relationships, Small town, Small town living
Posted on November 17, 2015
by neuroticphilosopher
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In my dreams I see you all again like yesterday when yesterday was nineteen ninety two We haven’t aged, Tho’ our eyes have changed Our world is torn in two. It could be more, say, three or four? Who knows for sure… Continue Reading “Sing my dreams”
Category: I think.., Poetry, UncategorizedTags: age, distance, dreams, friends, friendship, hope, life, loss, love, stories, Youth
Posted on March 22, 2015
by neuroticphilosopher
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My city is old and new and in between In it, I am found and lost and never seen The colors are cries and the darkness sorrow Yet we all still hope for a ‘morrow You must go if you’ve never been See for… Continue Reading “My city.. is old and new and in between”
Category: I think.., Philosophy, Photography, Poetry, Travelogue, World CultureTags: Art, artist, city, Delhi, Dilli, Graffiti, Hauz Khas Village, India, life, poem, Street art, Urban