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Faren Rajkumar
You can find me with my nose in a book
English student, music teacher, newspaper editor, writer and photographer - Windswept swirls of ink and giddy phrases spill from me - Thank you for reading! Contact:
Interests: Finding meaning where there usually isn't.
Recent Activity
Your mind makes me proud To have been a little thread In the fabric there Continue reading
Posted 2 hours ago at Wanderling
Will you embrace me? No words 'til we face the truth Pressed between us two Continue reading
Posted 3 days ago at Wanderling
She is a mix of Mix up stray pup and teacup Too bold for stirrups Continue reading
Posted 6 days ago at Wanderling
Don't read this out loud Love is not always for lips But for eyes only Continue reading
Posted 7 days ago at Wanderling
I am fairly parched I crave a deep drink of your Finest cup of tea Continue reading
Posted Feb 23, 2015 at Wanderling
There is a fear in this red February sky. I have only this old book where you inked your name and I can trace the letters again and again and again until the red clouds go away, followed by the fear, and the smoke, and the thought that I might... Continue reading
Posted Feb 21, 2015 at Science (fiction) of Love
Opening to you I am like a Russian doll Which is the real me? Continue reading
Posted Feb 21, 2015 at Wanderling
I am only blank I swallow all of the stars And give no light back Continue reading
Posted Feb 19, 2015 at Wanderling
So much for wishing I suspect they forget us When the stars burn out Continue reading
Posted Feb 15, 2015 at Wanderling
I don't wanna talk I just wanna hold your hand And feel the words there Continue reading
Posted Feb 13, 2015 at Wanderling
Both tired of less At least once a day, our sighs They must coincide Continue reading
Posted Feb 12, 2015 at Wanderling
There's "love you so much" And there's "love you like a part without which I'd break" Continue reading
Posted Feb 11, 2015 at Wanderling
Still licking my lips Nothing like the taste of bliss You left there that night Continue reading
Posted Feb 10, 2015 at Wanderling
Luck was kind to us Our broken bits are held fast By no accident Continue reading
Posted Feb 9, 2015 at Wanderling
The look on your face When I have to imagine Changed from love to hate Continue reading
Posted Feb 8, 2015 at Wanderling
I love the colors in these photos! Brava.
Toggle Commented Feb 7, 2015 on book nook at elephantine
Simple, and simply gorgeous shots.
Toggle Commented Feb 7, 2015 on this week's flowers... at elephantine
Hey there, street gazer Faces in the cabs and you Who's looking at who? Continue reading
Posted Feb 6, 2015 at Wanderling
If something feels changed (crack in the kaleidoscope) It probably is Continue reading
Posted Feb 5, 2015 at Wanderling
And suddenly, sound A tree fell and I was there Heard silence, broken Continue reading
Posted Feb 4, 2015 at Wanderling
Looking for meaning How poets become poets (secret: there is none) Continue reading
Posted Feb 3, 2015 at Wanderling
Blow the dust away Sing a softly fading tune Until none remains Continue reading
Posted Feb 2, 2015 at Wanderling
I didn't realize I'd never heard true silence until I was two blinks and single sigh from death. The room had been so loud and suddenly the sounds started to mute ungracefully, like a chorus in chaos but the singers were being shot in the head, one by one. When... Continue reading
Posted Feb 1, 2015 at Science (fiction) of Love
They feel like the stars Billions and billions These miles between us Continue reading
Posted Feb 1, 2015 at Wanderling
Time to be daring A little more "jumps-off-cliffs" And less tip-toeing Continue reading
Posted Jan 30, 2015 at Wanderling