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जय �-ुरुदेव ॐ Jai guru deva, ohmmm ... And so my tuneless chant rambles and..

Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Time to move on, methinks, merrily and without melancholy. The memories that remain, you can keep. So much g..

Men don’t cry very often. Not for lack of tears, nor for lack of opportunity; the tougher the target, the greater the incentive ..

Trenches remain long after the fighting finishes - they change sides, get enlarged or filled in, yet still they remain, ever ready, ever alert, e..

Tis an anomaly to me, that when looking in the mirror, I am transparent, without soul, nor any affirmation that life exists within. I am less ..

Death is a flamboyant raconteur, isn’t he? With an arsenal of anecdotes, told with panache, glorified in the telling, yet the parable is still..

As my self-concept begins to nebulise, each atom of consciousness flung to the hidden unknown, the maniacal revelry of my masters, fro..

Are you my talisman, dear Loki, or just a chimera that dominates my ether? No nirvana for me, no celestial deity to divine my path to ri..

I close my eyes each night with an impression of you imprinted in my eyes, and the obscure reflection of me in yours. Ravishing softness..

It starts with a kiss, lips brushing together, softly touching then pushing harder, finding their perfect fit. Tongues pursue each other carefull..