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Monthly Archives: July 2017
Anemoia
Inspired by ideas in “Kafka on the shore” and “A hundred years of solitude”. during the monsoons when it rains as if you only have to wait long enough and everything would end – life, love, pain, fear – time … Continue reading
Posted in memories, Mountains, Poetry
Tagged imagination, memory, nostalgia, rain, space, time
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Alternating light
i sat in an arm chair next to the window, a book in my lap, pondering, hearing the breeze rustle, staring at the trees and the apricot yellow rays of dusk leaking in between the leaves. as I returned to … Continue reading
Keta
Poem in a picture
Litost
Litost (Czech) : (Milan Kundera described the emotion as “a state of torment created by the sudden sight of one’s own misery.”) ___________________________________________________________________________ i wonder why with all the beautiful colors on the ground i notice the gray skies first … Continue reading
Posted in Life in general, memories, Mountains, Poetry
Tagged clouds, life, Longing, love, memories, Monsoon, rain, reflections, Sadness
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