Nearly Poetry

Nearly Poetry
~ collection of a dreamer’s soliloquies

Years fly by, and I respect and crave isolation more and more… to the extent that I have started forgetting the old heartaches I was once so possessive about.

~ Arun

  • Violinistin
    Asked Buku to draw something random for me on Father’s Day. His pencil sketch.
  • Terminals
    Life begins like Dali’s paintings – lofty, impressive, fluid and bold.It ends in Picasso – everything out of shape, but still celebrating the colours of life.
  • Heartaches
    Years fly by, and I respect and crave isolation more and more… to the extent that I have started forgetting the old heartaches I was once so possessive about.
  • May Day
    My father taught me – “There is no substitute for hard work”.One of the best managers I had (a South Korean) once said – “I will work hard to live”.I still remember and follow those words.
  • Chained
    The strongest of shackles is the desire to carry on.

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All my preoccupation may merely be ways to keep you off my mind.