My Proclivity?

Sometimes you stare at your own words and wonder in what chain of events did you write them and how somehow it resonates with your present situation perfectly again. Here, I reblog it, in order to reach out to people who I hope to find in the blogging world because they are so rare to be found in my immediate surroundings. (‘Familiarity breeds contempt’ ; never found it more relatable than I do now)

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My proclivity?

Continually looking out for people, who are encompassed by a horde of extroverts but at the same time, encapsulated by an impermeable layer of deafening silence; people, who choose to stay aloof from shenaniganry, fearful of enmeshing themselves into unwonted rivalry; people, who leave the get-togethers before the over-enthusiasts cover up the stage and need no drinks to forget a few names; people, who know how important it is to confide in a chosen few, cherish the raindrops as well as winter dew; people, who seldom smile but smile to keep others happy and people, whom I can call as just-like me.

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Felinight!

Somewhere a cat dreamt a dream, somewhere a friend got betrayed by another.
What if it’s actually true, given the number of cats that loiter around in the world?

Fade into View

Fade Into the Hue,
Into the backdrop of pink, black and blue,
Into the splashes of the crystal dew,
And into everything that can’t distinguish you,
From the bizarre and the new,
Go on, and Fade into the nice, cosy view,
‘Cause that’s exactly what the cowards do.



My Proclivity?

My proclivity?

Continually looking out for people, who are encompassed by a horde of extroverts but at the same time, encapsulated by an impermeable layer of deafening silence; people, who choose to stay aloof from shenaniganry, fearful of enmeshing themselves into unwonted rivalry; people, who leave the get-togethers before the over-enthusiasts cover up the stage and need no drinks to forget a few names; people, who know how important it is to confide in a chosen few, cherish the raindrops as well as winter dew; people, who seldom smile but smile to keep others happy and people, whom I can call as just-like me.

2.Things With The Writers

2.Do you know what makes a writer agitated?

There are ‘some’ (referring to a few out of the bunch) people who like the ‘majority’ visualize the world and perceive it according to widely accepted rules and seldom think of considering the leeward side of the mountain for no matter what form of art, literature, belief, thought or idea they run into , they commit this faux pas of not being able to differentiate between the two ,usually ,known to be seemingly related terms – critique and judging.