Monthly Archives: September 2013

  1. Delight

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    30/09/2013 by Siddiqui Fayesal

    A walk on a lonely road, A quiet evening at a solitary Bench in an empty park. A personal space …
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  2. Run the Race!


    21/09/2013 by Siddiqui Fayesal

    I was ruffling Through pages And I felt A strong Desire Of ruining Sunshine And Warmth And gunning for Plain …
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  3. Higher grounds


    15/09/2013 by Siddiqui Fayesal

    It so happens tonight That I sit alone in my room. Where once the cheery Bird of sanguinity Was aplenty …
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  4. Thresholds, Firing squads and Writer’s block!


    13/09/2013 by Siddiqui Fayesal

    I am not the right guy to write about writer’s block. I’m not much of a writer to be afflicted …
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  5. Journal Entry Five

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    09/09/2013 by Siddiqui Fayesal

    I have started doing this exercise to get back into “writer” mode. It’s no big deal actually. It’s called “writing …
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