The Social Misfit

Adding smiles and colour to an increasingly Blue world and looking for treasure on the other side of the Rainbow

24 May 2020

Phoenix Flight

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Vagabond A heartless bitch I lick my own wounds Yes, I am a witch You uproot me But I need no belonging I disown you Nobody owns me You hit ...
11 March 2020

Gilded Days of Old

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I was always a strange child. Never really fit in. For some equally strange reason, some memories keep coming back s...
14 February 2020

ख़याल थमे हुए

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खाली दामन हमारा, भर गयी, दे गयी, किस्मत नया सहारा ठहरी ठहरी राह ठहरे हम थे खोएसे चल पडे आज जिधर मुडा सफर गुमशुदा राहों पर खुद को पा लिया। अब...
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22 December 2019

What got left behind?

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Living on rent is a tiring life. Constantly changing houses, moving out, packing, unpacking, never settling. Every house has a ...
11 December 2019

Land of Lore

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If only the rocks Would talk If only the trees Condescend to please What have they seen? What did they hear? What secrets do they carr...

Of the sea I form...

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This ocean runs in my veins. It is me. I am but a drop in it. Calm, yet restless. Moving, and yet still. Deep as depths. Shallow waves on...

Psychedelic Dreams

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I am drifter being Straying away Unshackled, unchained Riding the waves Drunk on fun Where would This path go? Where does it Lead on...
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