What Ghalib would have written being by the side of a reclaimed ocean…
I guess there are far more poems that are not written than the written ones…
What Murakami would have written strolling through a cracks of a blue slum…
I guess the virgin roads are far more than the roads that are taken…
This constant discontent is basically our darkness that we can’t pierce.
We were created by the space between two stars…the fight for the unknown.
The glory you see on the roads; by the procession of cars, for the faces to struggle a little more and to fail a little less…
I don’t know whether all the poems I have written are the results of my restless struggle to tame the shameless reader inside me or not…
but I know all the times the verses come with a current of waves…I sail…I sail,
and I get a chance to remain a complete void for sometime more.
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Photograph: Daisuke Morishita.
Good evening, sir. I’ve been enjoying your work for quite some time. Things like this one, suggesting what might have been, resonate with the dreamer in all of us. But I’ve stopped by to tell you that I’ve posted on my blog to promote yours, and I copied one of your essays (with appropriate credit), so take a look, and if you don’t want it repeated there, I’ll happily take it down. I did it in the hope of bringing you some more traffic, which you richly deserve. Best of luck with this, and all things, going forward.
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First of all don’t call me ‘sir’…it’s weird. And yeah there’s no problem…btw thank you for following my work regularly. ✌️✌️
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Sorry, I meant nothing but respect. Whatever the case, I really admire you work, and hope my humble post brings you some new traffic.
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Absolutely loved this. What brilliant and a vivid imagination…. ✌️
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Thank you.
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