I feel an inner drowsiness so great it overflows the bounds of self. And I want nothing, prefer nothing, there is nothing I can escape into: The Book of Disquiet, Fernando Pessoa
Delhi-based conflict writer. Author of "Hello, Bastar: The Untold Story of India's Maoist Movement" (Tranquebar Press), and co- author of Hachette India's non-fiction book of 2010,"The Absent State".
Rahul this may sound strange but I hear your mothers thoughts through you, you are blessed...
I have locked mine within an endless wall..all I feel is indifference... it is painful that flowers bloom and the sky is very blue and folks are young and happy ..at least some in the lanes of childhood past...yet my parents should lose their laughter and tears of joy..at an age so young be so old in soul...I hope your Mum feels better soon ...I send her my love.. all the love possible...from a distant time and the distant gallis of habbkadal
When i started reading the poem...there was nothing except the dust of the delhi roads in my eyes...but by i reached the end all the dust was lost and there was nothing except water...Your pen speaks love as well...
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Rahul this may sound strange but I hear your mothers thoughts through you, you are blessed...
I have locked mine within an endless wall..all I feel is indifference... it is painful that flowers bloom and the sky is very blue and folks are young and happy ..at least some in the lanes of childhood past...yet my parents should lose their laughter and tears of joy..at an age so young be so old in soul...I hope your Mum feels better soon ...I send her my love.. all the love possible...from a distant time and the distant gallis of habbkadal
This is why I love you.
Hugs!
When i started reading the poem...there was nothing except the dust of the delhi roads in my eyes...but by i reached the end all the dust was lost and there was nothing except water...Your pen speaks love as well...
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