Life In The Fast Lane
Mostly life in this city goes by in a blur and all that you remember of it is the numbers. The numbers really do a number on all of us.
Mostly life in this city goes by in a blur and all that you remember of it is the numbers. The numbers really do a number on all of us.
I navigated heartbreak & healing when I revisited sites of old pain. A nostalgia trip helped me explore the map of my traumatic memories & brought me closure.
“That looks like me. I belong.
In my skin,
in this city.”
I remember this moment. It was so of this city.
The 60s talked of free love. Millennials say fuck-buddies or if they want to be nice, friends-with-benefits. How do we navigate our many lovers?
I first wrote about the hand in the crowd for Blank Noise Project’s blog-a-thon. The post featured on Yahoo! Real Beauty and also on BlogAdda’s Spicy Picks.
Friday* evening is when the city comes alive with a vengeance. As if it were sleeping the rest of the time. But Fridays are a frenzy of partying and drinking and laughing too loud. In a frantic attempt to drown out the panic of life running out faster than we…
A wave of anti-CAA protests swept across the country. Terror gripped the country and still the political rhetoric continued. We have forgotten trust.
ah Mars,is it? 🙂
@ Shreyasi: I didn’t even know it was a song! 😛 I’ve been orbitting Mars over the weekend…crash-landed so just coming back to my senses. Will call u in the week.
Love that song and loved your old poetry too…where have you been?