Tag Archives: Poetry

  1. Go on…


    19/01/2018 by Siddiqui Fayesal

    I begin with a promise To myself, And to you in turn. I will not pace myself With fiction. I …
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  2. Work-In-Progress

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    15/08/2017 by Siddiqui Fayesal

    Forget irritation that scalds your very skin. Forget wounds that make you bleed. Forget pain that licks your bones.  When …
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  3. Journal Entry Nine


    09/08/2016 by Siddiqui Fayesal

    Serendipity. Although, I don’t really know what exactly is so awesome/beneficial about this, but this is the closest word I …
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  4. Writing Lines

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    06/06/2016 by Siddiqui Fayesal

    I was sitting here, at my Breakfast table And waiting for some instance that Awoke within me the will to …
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  5. I met a man

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    11/04/2016 by Siddiqui Fayesal

    I spoke to a man yesterday Who wouldn’t learn. Someone who couldn’t bring Himself to see the roads’ turn. He saw …
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Aamil Syed

altered reality

The Mundane

Finding poetry in the ordinary.


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A Blog on Writing, Poetry, Short Stories, and Books.


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Writer. Stand-Up Comic. Gulab Jamun Enthusiast.

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


... 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

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anchoring households for thousands of years

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I'll write it anyway.

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