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Say a few words. ~ Rachel

A search for happiness is nothing but finding a home in a hearts of few so safe..that you cant help but keep trying to stay in. Hope yall still want in.
~Shraddha

In a while,looking at a few old words you wrote once,
some being those, which makes you wonder how you wrote it,
unless you got that ardour , that small drug you were addicted with,that small shelter, that old family. Makes you silent.

In a while, now writing a few words. And that exhilation to share it,ain't the same. And you think about the old time.
Makes you silent again.
~ Manisha.

One day when I get superpowers (ahem), I'd ask you to hold my hands and I would make you see what I see. Feel, How I feel. I would want to have you look at the world, the stars, the moon, the ocean, the way I see them. And in that maelstrom of visions I would get to see the world in your image. Experience this sanctum through your eyes. And then when I write, that would be my greatest work ever. Because It would have been written by all of us and none of us. But I don't have superpowers, so lets make this place, the sanctum in my dream.
~Sharad


Monday, July 20, 2009

Bolted Homes...

Running past cuts and bruises, she's turning towards home, broken wood and sealed doors, love's gone, clothes out thrown. The halls burn hollow, echoes her own, windows like promises, shattered in tears, bleeding insanity,pouring rain, and it's her only one, to hear. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~Shraddha
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5 comments:

  1. RachelJuly 21, 2009 at 10:58 AM

    Beautiful. I've missed so much. This had so many analogies and just was purely...lovely. Despite all the pain, had some hope.

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  2. The Wandering Philosopher.July 22, 2009 at 12:10 AM

    WOW. WOW! And triple WOW!!!!! :O

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  3. RainchildJuly 22, 2009 at 9:53 AM

    *Yay*

    I have missed comments..
    Love you both dearly Thank you.

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  4. CyaNoirJuly 23, 2009 at 11:11 PM

    am i the only one who sees so much hopelessness in her eyes?
    If i were an orphan child...this would be my heart speaking.

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  5. RainchildJuly 25, 2009 at 10:09 AM

    Well the mirror sees them too. I hope.

    :)

    May i have your real name?

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