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InkBlood Writing from the vein

Writing from the vein by Siddharth Pathak

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I fall on your chest. A green leaf turned pale. The reins of mind need control. Feed them with right food. Or thoughts abound to drown.

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The site had the following in the homepage, "InkBlood at Geekfest Pune 2014." I noticed that the web site stated " We were recently at Geekfest Pune 2014." They also stated " All we wanted to do was to touch the minds of young people while using Art as a push to Poetry. We think the interaction was true to its meaning and brought about a lot of great Klecksography. The following links will take you to our Facebook albums for the same. You must look, we insist. Inked Art and Poetry Workshop. From a single trunk,."

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Life as it is My scribbles

He stood there beside her,. Looking into her eyes and smiling at her. She looked into his eyes while he carves his name on her skin,. She looked at the blood flow while he smiles at her. Not a single expression on her face but a blank look at his name being carved,. He seemed to make her his, by one way or the other. She looked at each letter of his name being carved on her skin,. She saw the marks and the blood but yet had no feelings to show.

An account of my days in Mcleodganj

An account of my days in Mcleodganj. 7 Nivedita and the last days of April. While sitting in JJI Exile Kitchen today, and devouring another bowl of Thukpa, the month of May has been running through my mind. While Jay started singing so.

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The Saddest Man in the Room. Originally posted on Sink and Float. The child flung against the cliffs, finally seeking refuge between cracks in the mountain. The scene shifts to fallen room wreaking of cigarettes and a sudden winter cold. He sits solemn on a chair with his heart in his mouth thoughts ablaze and a soul too weak. Not bounded by ropes or by cries of passion, the man wonders of distant hopes and asks if he will smile to the stars or glee to bees? Is the art .

Thrum Writings from the dark side of life!

Writings from the dark side of life! A man in love. Tell me of a man in love,. The uneasiness he has inside of him,. Tell me of his affable dove,. She, who has stolen his heart from him,. Or must I know what is on his mind? Within the dark room of his memories,. Where every feeling had to bind,. Taking him through those ecstasies. To love, to hate, or just a little late,. True love we find once in our life,. Indeed some people have to wait,. Through their lives to find life.

mydesertdiaries The Desert Diaries by Adrine Dmello

One evening, as I sat at the veranda sipping my tea and smoking my cigarette, the colours and textures in the sky caught my attention. I rushed to the window and captured the moment. It was my first click since I got here . The wind blowing, the beautiful sky, pleasant weather, as the minutes rolled by the shades only got better right until the last ray of the sunlight hit the Dubai Marina skyline through my window.