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Faren Rajkumar
Finding meaning even where there isn't any.
Graduate Creative Writing & Poetry student, music teacher, writer & photographer - Windswept swirls of ink and giddy phrases spill from me - Thank you for reading! My name is Faren & I live in Florida. I'm a real life poet, and I dabble in tons of art forms and genres of writing, obsess over literature and nothing makes me happier than the end of a perfectly crafted sentence. Whatever I'm doing, I'd rather be reading or writing. I'm also a long time violinist, fledgling vegan, passionate Hindu, and lover of flowers & the earth - I dream of moving to a rural town where I can grow my own vegetables, make music and write books, salute the sun with yoga each day, and dream under the stars. I adore anything reminiscent of a time past; sometimes I feel like an old soul just waking up in the wrong body. I also have an affinity for all things Eastern: food, languages, culture, philosophy, religion... I'm an Indian gal who loves the US, but never forgets where she is from. I'm here to share all of these things, the things I create, the things I love and the things that inspire me, with you.
Interests: Poetry, literature, music, food, Hinduism, memories, vegan food, photography, flowers, gardening
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today i choose to roll with the thunder, with the demons, with the night, and be unafraid today i choose to walk as if i turn the dirt to diamonds because i have learned when i crave a prayer to seek shelter at my own feet today i choose to... Continue reading
Posted 6 days ago at Wanderling
there is darkness at the edge of everything gold i know and rain in the valley between lies the sky undone by a storm and i picture your body with some body in the place where the clouds come from and there it is for all to see the making... Continue reading
Posted Oct 2, 2017 at Wanderling
every night i'm burning for something for something it's me on the edge bleeding love into the valley where i stand alone heart in hand hand in a fist shaking at the bitter red sky as seen in the reflection the oil slick surface of black pupils wide awake on... Continue reading
Posted Sep 21, 2017 at Wanderling
can i help it if the morning comes and i break into dust and when the night arrives again i break this time into stars Continue reading
Posted Sep 20, 2017 at Wanderling
i am surrounded by fools self absorbed marionettes on willful strings dancing begging to be witnessed begging for love did i ask look in my eyes and tell me did i want to know is your mind the only one on fire is your heart the only one that raucously... Continue reading
Posted Sep 15, 2017 at Wanderling
i'm a blinding ember a crystal ball broken open singing and even when i sleep i'm a swaying flower on a moving river of wine Continue reading
Posted Sep 3, 2017 at Wanderling
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love is the refusal to accept my soul traveled all this way through graveyards of stars just to survive Continue reading
Posted Aug 29, 2017 at Wanderling
say something like you love me before i find proof in the sky my empty cup the cold side of my bed that you never will Continue reading
Posted Aug 28, 2017 at Wanderling
the world will never come to an end in fire and ice (sorry jack) for mine has ended so many times quietly overnight but always begins again in the morning Continue reading
Posted Aug 22, 2017 at Wanderling
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sicker than the atmosphere i descend to find chaos at play low-life thunder a silent incarnation astray among the mindless the meek unworthy of earth the blue and gold sky witness to the riot and siren call of illusion heedless of a grander design and when the tides spill over... Continue reading
Posted Aug 21, 2017 at Wanderling
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i came for the mountains, but stayed for the fear and the cure found in turning up your palms at the height of creation where you see through closed eyes deliberations come to die Continue reading
Posted Aug 21, 2017 at Wanderling
My left foot slipped off the curb too soon and the back of my shoe grazed hard against the cement. I lifted my foot backwards, awkwardly, to check the damage. Yep, a curved cat-like scratch and a messy streak of velvet gone, rubbed away. Now there's a crooked smile on... Continue reading
Posted Aug 18, 2017 at Wanderling
you are first yours and second yours and third also yours and anything after that is yours to give (look at that, it's still yours) Continue reading
Posted Aug 16, 2017 at Wanderling
looking out over the edge you brought me here to blur the lines of the horizon and sky impossible and possible and tomorrow when i look up, alone without seeing a mountain my confused eyes will blink and remember how high how beautiful how free Continue reading
Posted Aug 6, 2017 at Wanderling
is my worst enemy intoxicating dreams like a brain fever awake a shadowy woman's voice her sickly sweet tongue making the subtle sound that touches your name melting the memories of me then i stir to find she was never real and the only poison is my restless inner eye... Continue reading
Posted Jul 29, 2017 at Wanderling
i looked up and saw jagged wounds in the sky lightning and fire a face deep-cut with lines of incredulous pain like original sensation when god touched man or was it the other way around? when man made god and painted him with light and fear learned to play dead... Continue reading
Posted Jul 29, 2017 at Wanderling
he tells me to shhh and stop my tears but let me baby, let me cuz i'm pretty when i cry and you don't tell a storm to stay quiet or the ocean to swallow a wave it's dangerous and you'll choke, human on a tide when you deny the... Continue reading
Posted Jul 10, 2017 at Wanderling
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nightly the fires fade and it grows dark in this heart of mine waiting for the poetry of the morning unspoken verses of trust in the light who dances in spite of itself unrehearsed spasms of delight pleased to be seen making secret pools of shadow under the bed in... Continue reading
Posted Jul 7, 2017 at Wanderling
check the map again it's there don't get lost in my eyes i'm just road trip, honey twisted trip on acid down the wrong curves like the arch of my back and the red, red mountain slope bloody with the sunset don't forget to breathe deep, drive slow headed for... Continue reading
Posted Jun 25, 2017 at Wanderling
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i turned three times and I was bare gorgeous l as a honeybee all charmed and confused by the changing season and the chatter in my chest like newborn birds come awake to see the rising sun Continue reading
Posted Jun 6, 2017 at Wanderling
i like the idea of kismet it sounds pretty good because only after we kissed did it feel like we met fate took my hands touched myself with them and felt a certainty in loneliness that can at least be shared in midnight shadows on the wall if fate exists... Continue reading
Posted Apr 25, 2017 at Wanderling
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of all things you can have the world and you can have me my soul not meant for the hands of men the curses of flesh the disbelief of philosophers clutching saffron earth between sweaty palms kissed and forgotten shadows and light where a tree used to stand the holy... Continue reading
Posted Apr 20, 2017 at Wanderling
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I only look like that shiny Disney princess the one who shows up half naked at Halloween parties who should’ve left the prince for the Genie and wished for a Maserati and a million bucks but surprise! girlfriend wasn’t even Indian pity her glittering imperfection and lack of foresight princes... Continue reading
Posted Apr 4, 2017 at Wanderling
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Selena Quintanilla made me a lover of Spanish music at a early age - a love I forgot until mid-college, when I formally studied the language to remove the barrier that prevented a real, true, full understanding of poets like Neruda, Martí, de Vega, and Hernandez. The first day I... Continue reading
Posted Mar 31, 2017 at Wanderling
too young to go to jail but not to young to do the things that'll get me there thought i'd be sweet and give you a warning about the razors in my hair before you put a hand on my throat and call it amor i'm accustomed to violence in... Continue reading
Posted Mar 30, 2017 at Wanderling