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Archive for April 2010

Little boxes

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In this deafening
silence; I hear the echo
of our heartbeats song


Written by priya.balraju

April 21, 2010 at 5:10 pm

Posted in Daily Haiku, Poetry

Friday, I’m in love

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This is totally what Fridays should be made of.

And lastly, a very epic photo that reminded me of the time we were at Rewind and someone asked Ade, “Are th0se shoulders??!?”

Ferosh! These shoulders make the Balmain shoulder look like child’s play.

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April 16, 2010 at 7:30 pm

Posted in Favourites, Photography

Did you feel that?

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Lately, all I feel is that whatever I’m doing in life is not enough. Like there is so much in me that I’ve yet to share or develop. I’ve got such a strong thirst for knowledge, like when I’m interested in something I want to know everything about it, and I’ll do what it takes, I’ll search for it, read articles, find and borrow books, talk to people, this thirst is just limitless.

But I’m so trapped in this hole of not being able to do anything with my knowledge, or to share it with enough people. I’m content, but I want to leap out of bed looking forward to things. I’m going to start pushing for things that I want, and I’m hoping that it works.

Time to shake things up.

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April 11, 2010 at 9:41 pm

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for the time of a thousand suns
or the chill of many a winter,
through the days of rotting roses
and blood letting times of night,
seeping through the whites of youth
and leaving dark wine stains of age,
i could have loved you
or i did, i’m not sure anymore.

my scarred knees know how to land
on gravel covered pathways,
but the new layers grow differently
like the broken veins of my heart,
they travel in different directions
and i don’t recognise it.
i don’t recognise you.

i’m holding on to letting go,
so i can find the silence in my mind.
but there are pieces of you
embedded in the fabric of my soul.
there is no heartbreak, only
the realization of denial.
we choose to live in the past
because its simple, but its not, its hard.

move on to better things.
what if there’s nothing better?
move on anyway,
because lingering on chipped nails
and camisole tears never did any good.
the tears will fall, the seasons will change
and the chance will come by again,
or so they say.


Written by priya.balraju

April 9, 2010 at 2:06 pm

Posted in Love, Poetry