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Tag Archives: reality bites
A believer
This tumult of newspapered violence ravages me an incessant fist a thronging orchestra of despair Tired, I turn away and drink the evening swathed in birdsong aah! a believer salvaged.
Posted in Atyachar, Bombay, City, Could be verse, epiphany, Gothamisation, hmmm, hypocrisy, I want to ride my bicycle, It is written, kaha gaye woh din, middle class mithya, nasha, nature, One Bad Day, the apocalyptic real, why?
Tagged believe, birdsong, fear, frustration, guilt, reality bites
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