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A Broken Streak
Well, I could not write for a couple of weeks. But here I am with an update as the runs kept coming. On Sunday, I climbed Croagh Patrick Hill. A hike that is well deserved the title of a pilgrimage, not because of the humble church at the peak, but the experience of knowing the…
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Sambhava
To all things, Sambhava.
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You know what, Sweetheart?
A band playing, A night, And a crowd, Where I have my hand around your waist as usual, And we see the little glimmer in each other’s eyes, A little swift, Then we kiss, And as the song ends, We both know where to begin. In the car, Headlights to North, Hearts to sail forever,…
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Tonight
Hey wine, Like yesterday, you were mine. It was beautiful, Brisk, old and forever like, Dancing with my veins, Singing of love. Hey night, Just tonight, come again, Let’s make it alright, Like the last line, Scribbled in my heart, – Your Name. Hey Arka, I will sing in secrets, To unlock our doors, Made…
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Broken Mind Rhymes
I admire your confusions, Like day like death, Like sky like sin, Like bird like breath. How sea and silence are one, How mountains and the mind are two, How my heart is never of counts, For when I find you, Next to the veins that I tied you up with in my head, For…
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Surreal
Surreal is thy flow that befalls reality into the arms of the divine. Surrender in love. To greet the skies. Alive.
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If
If I ask you to die, tonight. Will you, speak out the entire lie. I will run down your spine, To tell you, that it’s alright. If I ask you to dance the night. Will you, spill colours of the dying light. To wake up within, without me. If I ask you about our love,…
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Crawling
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Music and Mania
There are verses on the floor, Born out of hunger, There are rhythms to ignore, If only the mind was younger. There are books on the table, To be hung over in the head, There are mortal affinities, To be pierced into the heart strings like a threat. Out of all distractions of life and…
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What is my Name?
“What is it, Sagar?” “I don’t know really know, one of those waves of thoughts that are not meant to be expressed.” “Confess, in verse or vibrations that shall end up in the space once exhibited from the mouth.” “Alright, I will speak it out then.” “One day near the lake, I thought to myself…
Spiritsights 