Poetry – The Sound of Silence

 

“The pause; that impressive silence, that eloquent silence, that geometrically progressive silence which often achieves a desired effect where no combination of words, however so felicitous, could accomplish it.” – Mark Twain

 

When I was 8,
his hands kept going places and the beast in his eyes kept … Continue Reading

Begin Again: The Manipal Project

 

I’m the rain which breaks you
I’m the rain that wakes you
I’m the thunder in the city’s drains
I’m twelve miles of running beyond the callous state of pain.

I’m the morning hooter that goes off at eight
I’m the spilled tea on a butter smeared plate
I’m Continue Reading

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