A Home For The Heartless
I was thrown out of the house that I labored to find and turned into a home. There will never be forgiving someone without a heart.
Map Of Emotion
Navigating complex emotions of jealousy, ambition, insecurity, joy, fear, peace, anger, happiness, betrayal, contentment, disappointment, love.
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Remembering Rehab Chougle
She blogged. She tweeted. That’s how I know her. She liked reading. She liked sharing. Many XXFactored links came from her. She was still a girl. She was almost a woman. She was both. And she was discovering her ideas about womanhood & relationships. She had ambitions like everyone else….
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Geography
I am tired of telecommuting friendships. I’m tired of meeting people because they’re close to where I am geographically, rather than mentally. Geography should not be a criteria for friendship but unfortunately, it’s the most important one now. I never thought I’d say this but I really miss having an…
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I’m looking for things that will make my heart bleed
Unlike everything else, the heart gets hungrier, the more it is fed. No wait, that describes the brain too. Well, my brain and my heart.
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Love has left the building
Love has left the building.What’s more, it left without paying the rent.Don’t bother chasing though,I know where it went. Off to confuse another lifeAnd mess up someone else’s scoreAnd to shake up things forAnyone who dares think that life is such a bore. And since it is such divine entertainmentMethinks…
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Endings Are New Beginnings
This is over. I am single again. I don’t wish to say anymore about this right now. I believe I’ve spent as much of my life on this as is humanly possible and fair. I want to get on with the business of the rest of my life. So don’t…
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Dream dust
Big dreamscrumble to dustAnd mix with the debrisof everyday And tomorrowor next weekNo one will even rememberor know A life was built hereAnd tiny victories wonTill a final stormBlew it all to dust Before long though,These shattered, scattered remainsWill mix with the dustAnd be the stuff of another dream Another…
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Just another love poem
They call this emotion blind.So if love were a painting, I’d be a blind artist. And it’s food for the soulSo if love were a banquet, I’d be a glutton.If love were a bottle of vinegar, I’d be pickled in it. But what would my love be like? I’ll tell…
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Masculine Logic
Being in a close relationship brings you insights aplenty. Your brain certainly works overtime and some of those times, you stumble onto enlightening bits of wisdom (even if they are *hic* alcohol-soaked). Here’s something I thought last week – the sex ratio is skewed in favour of men, in most…
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How Social Content is Different and What This Means
How does social content differ from other forms of brand communications?
