1. The Doom of Nature

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    30/01/2016 by Siddiqui Fayesal

    The sun was red, As it sat in bed, All worried and gold, and blood it bled, Like its nerves …
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  2. DIY guide to Nothing

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    26/01/2016 by Siddiqui Fayesal

    I don’t usually text or call people up and wish them a happy new year. I’m one of those uptight …
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  3. Write right, right?

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    13/11/2015 by Siddiqui Fayesal

    I tried writing a poem about this but realised that I was incapable of making it sound true. A lot …
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  4. A Palette of Pain

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    01/11/2015 by Siddiqui Fayesal

    The wretched hues dared to colour Their Lifeless forms to Life. They dared to dream of Hope and Grace with …
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  5. Worrying Whispers

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    01/11/2015 by Siddiqui Fayesal

    My memories have started To crumble and disappear. Every bit of the relics of My past that I possessed, Of …
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لفلسطين الحرية

Murphy's Law

Musings from a Literacy Coach

Literature Is My Porn

"She read books as one would breathe air, to fill up and live."

Three Magical

Welcome to the inside of my head.

Redeem the Thought

because thoughts become movements

THE (GREAT) INDIAN POETRY COLLECTIVE

Publishers of Fine Verse from India

Getting Loquacious

About life and everything else!

kracktivist

Bridge the Gap , Bring the Change

| Ramble On |

And now's the time, the time is now, to sing my song

Unbound Boxes Limping Gods

The writer gives life to a story, the reader keeps it alive.

Ashish Shakya

Writer. Stand-up comic. General idiot for hire.

Aamil Syed

Delusions of grandeur

schizophrenic dreams

It is Dark, and I like it that way...

necessary means

occasional outbursts on art, philosophy, and life

Kafila

media | politics | dissent

JRSnap

... well we're going to die anyway!

Pulp & Fiction

We all change when you think about it. We’re all different people, all through our lives, and that’s okay, that’s good. You gotta keep moving, so long as you remember all the people that you used to be.

reading interrupted.

because reading also involves the way your head rests on your hand as you lean over a book, the damp mark you leave on a page when reading in the tub, or being interrupted by a

--- Grumpy Comments ---

TEDIOUS COMPLAINTS AND PETTY GRIEVANCES

ILM RUSH

Sharing knowledge benificial for duniya & akhira

Dad, the idiot

anchoring households for thousands of years

Yeha, Whatever.

(Reflecting out loud)

My Musings

Simply Put....its a conglomeration of my thoughts as & when they occur

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