Presenting the bits of writing that can’t quite qualify for blog posts on their own. It could be random musings or bits of incomplete, incoherent or just plain bad poetry that I might try to write on occasion. For that, I beg your indulgence.
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Leaf
leaf
falling
drifting
down unto
the air is
still
a perfect emptiness
as the birds sleep
leaves
a distant memory
branching in, outwards
whispering, telling
tales of old
falling
drifting
down unto
ungrounded
land
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Lone
Sit alone, windows shut.
Time slows even as
the wind stops to blow.
Reminders of chalk and desks,
endless droning,
monotones.
Dreams of escape,
escape into dreams
that bring one away.
But back into the same
room with shut windows
and no wind.
Eyes closed, still seeing
beyond and into
the mind of my knowing.
Mind’s I recognises,
thoughts and remembrances.
I am not alone.
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