I Wonder Where This Came From?
You have some offs to fuck, don’t you? - Abhishek Veeraghanta
White To Red
If the door broke down, Would love break in? Red lips and the ashes of cigarettes Sprinkled on the night-life city, Alive and doing well. - The softest whisper on the wind, The palest brush of skin on skin, Traverse with dainty, little steps, Quite silent in the din. - We’re both dust and done for, dear, Blacked out in the blinding light. Too close for anything to fear, But too...
Sometimes the shit that goes on in this country of mine makes me really ashamed to call myself Indian. The paradox that surrounds our claim at secularism, the violence in Kashmir that looks like it’ll never stop, the corruption of our government - the list is endless. But there are times when I really could not imagine a better country to be a part of. Just today, we won three gold medals...
The Spill Canvas
Nick Thomas is a frickin’ genius. He is the lead singer, lyricist and frontman of a band known as The Spill Canvas and let me tell you, a more heartfelt and honest band you’re unlikely to find. The stories they tell, the melodies they play, the poetic artistry of their lyrics. If you haven’t heard (of) them, you must do so instantly. They’re amazing. Go. Listen. Be amazed.
Alors, Il Faut Commencer
The wood was slightly chipped. The red paint had long since faded to a light pink, and then been morphed into a dull maroon by generations of dust and dirt. The black of the handles had been chipped off by years of constant wear, and the metal below was cold and rusted. Beneath the bench’s legs, the weeds had grown rapidly, and the botany of the earth was taking over the immobile, lifeless being....
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Can You Hear Me Yet?
Is it really that difficult to understand? We mean the best, you know? I wish there was some way for you to see. Don’t go to bed yet, love, I think it’s too early And we all need a little time to ourselves. If my wall clock tells me that it’s four in the morning I’ll give it hell. - Jason Lancaster