Thinking about the past,
Musing about the future,
The present, presenting a constant reality...
The epiphanies are suddenly upon me...
I screech and rant, trying to avoid and deny;
While heart of hearts, I know I cannot lie...
Expressing truth, never ever easy;
Concealment and subterfuge, however even harder...
My reflections portraying my true self,
Blunt and brutally frank, they make me cower;
But where do I go and hide? My conscience follows me everywhere...
Into thoughts and actions that mattered not earlier;
My recriminations with self make me question my values and beliefs,
Wishing morality and integrity had shone on me before;
To prevent my unfettered life turn into an unassailable morass...
Border-Gavaskar Trophy: Rekindling past glories, India's winning road takes a new turn
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I got my first tattoo almost seven years ago, in 2010. That time it felt like a huge deal though the tattoo itself was minuscule. I sp... -
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Like a dry leaf, I am strewn, Like a drought patch, I am withered, No spring nor oasis to resurrect me, The dryness and hardness, my final g...
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