Erupt – 3

Hello Folks! Remember how I had started a series here on TPC titled, Erupt, and how the poor series was left unfinished because of my eternal tardiness? Well, I have good news for those of you who liked the series (thank you very much) and would have liked me to continue. No, no, I’m not…

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You, My Love

You, my love, you confuse me.  You’ll eat a whole chicken,  A full serving of fried rice, And still crib about being hungry.    You’ll rant about how I misplaced a pen,  But your own wardrobe will never be tidy.  You’ll tell me you hate lies,  Yet lie to me about your shitty day.   …

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Erupt – Part 2

Sitting on the passenger side of their plush car, sorry, ‘Vikram’s‘ car, was a new sensation for her. Some night of firsts this is turning out to be! She thought wryly. Her eyes ran over the details of the sedan. The plush upholstery, the beverage holder, containing a crushed styrofoam cup, no music on the…

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Erupt – Part 1

She stood there, can in hand, head reeling as though she were drunk. Am I drunk? She tried counting the shots she had downed since she entered the pub. 11, 12… 15? She wasn’t sure. But she wasn’t drunk, she was sure. Excited, maybe. Yeah… excited. That’s more like it! She knew she couldn’t get drunk,…

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Heart Shaped Box: Abusive Relationships

This place, The walls, Pitch dark, Cold light. In vain I wail, Flail. My screams With the murky Silence collide. Your walls I’ve smeared With broken nails, Bloody scrawls, Tears, By the pail, Hurt of an age, Oozing wounds, Regret laced Entrails. Tombstones Litter here, A Graveyard this. Broken memories, Broken promises. Wrecked faith, Trampled…

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Heart-song

  There is a song in my heart. A song of you, me – ‘us’, A song of how we began, A song of how we may end. A song of our woes, our pains, A song of our happiness, lost and regained. A song of our menial fights, A song of our daily delights.…

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My Forever And Always

Originally posted on Candles Online:
We lay on the grass, Our hands firmly enclasped. ? That wetness between the verdant blades, Making silken lines on your bonny face, The faint fragrance of first rain, Wafting through the June air. ? This moment, our ‘now’, I wish I could break all the clocks, On the earth…

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