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Reverie.

In living an existence of insanity

A being of absolutely solidarity,

She found solace among inanimate objects

Amidst her life which was completely wrecked.

 

She fell in love with words.

When everyone thought her to be absurd,

She made books her escape mechanism

While her heart screamed abstract expressionism.

 

She fell in love with fantasy

Loathing her reality,

Making her miseries unconscious

She made books her life’s colossus.

 

 

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White lies!

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I hate to lie,

About when I am going to lie.

I tell people that I am definitely tired,

When all I want is my ebooks to be fired.

They think the days toils have left me, arduous,

When in reality, I want to show my love,

Towards whom, I am so much virtuous.

They think they have succeeded,

In ripping me off, of my words and fantasy,

But a little more planning was supposed to be needed,

To have committed such a blasphemy.

But then again, I am happy to lie,

For under the sheets, I get to lie,

Where everyone tends to forgo the white lie.

 

 

Pleasure!

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Oh that pleasure,

Of reading;

hidden from those prying eyes.

 

PS: Ashamed only to be doing it till now 😉

I Am Not Unique!

You try to be unique.

You want to be different!

But there have been millions and trillions of years before.

And every time you put an effort to be exclusive,

There are people and stories,

Words and books,

Those prove better than you.

 

Anything you want to say,

Has already been said.

Time and again,

You feel only repetitive.

But does it mean

That you should stop,

Or shut your voice?

 

May be, I am not exceptional,

I don’t say anything irreplaceable.

But I have my own reasons to say it again.

I have my own beliefs to feel it again.

It is not about what I say,

May be, it is all about how I say?

All about, why I say?

Ailing Fighter!

I turn the pages from the past,

Memories from which have still not run fast.

I write and edit,

And see how my own words misfit.

I wonder if ‘I’ really wrote that?

And rate it again for being it so tad.

And yet you call me a writer,

While all I deem myself is an ailing fighter!

 

Book Nerds Will Relate #3

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Of course, I am not insane, right!! How can I be any kind of addict except a book addict 😉

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I promise, just one more 😀

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Men at some time are masters of their fates. The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves!

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Well, truly so!

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True! True! True….

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I chose to remain mum 😉

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I sure do! (Sigh)

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Hahaha, this is absolutely me and I am still not satisfied 😀

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Honest to God, I need this kind of support!!!

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And may be, coffee?

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Probably the only reason, why I don’t do good in relationships 😀

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Seriously, clear your mind people!!!

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Haha, this is true too!

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Totally true! Period..

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Well, this is true too.

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Hope you had a good laugh, if not, well I am sorry! It’s books we are talking about, so it is important to me and me alone.

Books are and will be a big part of my life.

They have been with me when no one else was.

They have been through me, and been through a lot with me.

When nothing works, a book, empty or otherwise, always comes to my rescue.

So here’s to all the readers and writers, who have a very intelligent and safe addiction of fantasy, having an escape form reality!

Hope you had a fun time with my book shenanigans.

Have a great day!

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Some more nerdy stuff here: Book Nerds Will relate! and Book Nerds Will Relate #2

 

 

A Little Romance!

After a long and strenuous day I long and pine only for you. My heart, my soul and even my body wants, to only hold you. On my way back from work, all I can think of is getting back to you, holding you, and loving with all my might, all my passion. All I can think of is the mysteries and the love that you will slowly unfold under my embrace.

 

Reaching home, I lose all my patience waiting for you to come to the bathtub, while I am slowly drifting in under your charm, beneath the hot waters. Just when my body relaxes among the bath salts, I can wait no more, I grab you inside, holding you, oh so tight.

 

Slowly I move you closer to me, hovering my fingers over your face. Oh the touch, you can never know darling, what you do to me!! The sensation. Your smell, have I ever told you, even your charming smell leaves me mesmerized? Closing my eyes, I lean forward just to breathe in that smell, again and yet again. You do not interfere once. It is as if you have given yourself to me.

 

Smiling, opening my eyes, I move back, still holding you with all my love, my fingers still hovering above the tattooed marks on your skin. Do you feel anything when I touch you? ‘Cause baby, I sure feel something.

 

Slowly, caressing you again (not sure for the last time) I open the hardbound copy, removing the bookmark, I start reading.

 

PS: I am sorry from the bottom of my heart for the ruined end, but with so much love in the air, I had to be a spoilsport. 😉