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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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The Betraying Eyes.

Walking down that lane

An identical cup of coffee in hand,

Her captivating smell brushed my senses

And I just fell in love.

 

A crop top and a snuggish denim skirt

Defining unpretentiously her grimacing smirk.

Hair curly and wild, and on her feet some ragged sneakers

Elucidating the most mundane, screaming through her sharp features.

 

Kohl smeared and black smoldering eyes

Screeching the unknown and the hidden lies,

Oh, what with the black luscious lips

Without any trace of a smile, makes my heart flip.

 

The rage, the hatred, the agony quite visible

All making her to me, surprisingly irresistible,

Her secrets, her valor, her daunting self

Making me feel like a fustian elf.

 

She didn’t win me over with her mysterious meander

I melted into a glaze, by her dark loathful candor.

I stood there; fiery; lost; engulfed

And just like that I fell in love.

 

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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 😉

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 writer’s Musings!

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Do share your thoughts on this one.

Do you agree that writers are worth something?

Or do you stand with the others believing that writers are a confirmed, forbearing and a resigned set?