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Faren Rajkumar
Sometimes New York, sometimes Florida
English student, music teacher, newspaper and literary magazine editor, writer and photographer - Windswept swirls of ink and giddy phrases spill from me - Thank you for reading! My name is Faren, and I live in too-sunny South Florida. I'm a pre-med student turned English student, and I dabble in tons of art forms and genres of writing, obsess over literature and nothing makes me happier than the clicking sound of a camera's lens or the end of a perfectly crafted sentence. Books, books, books, make me happy. Whatever I'm doing, I'd rather be reading or writing. A bit of nerd at heart. I'm also a violin teacher to a lovely group of kids, and I dream of moving to a big city where writing, music, art and good food can comprise my life everyday. 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 girl who loves America to the depths of her soul, 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: Finding meaning where there usually isn't.
Recent Activity
For so many years we didn't know the other existed. And then there you were, the same aisle of the grocery store, staring at the same last and lonely box of dark chocolate and almond granola. You said I could have it, for the fair exchange of my phone number.... Continue reading
Posted 1 hour ago at Wanderling
I would love you as a shooting star loves to scar the night sky A streak of light to illuminate your darkness without asking why But brightness is precious, worthy of being adored Not claimed, chained and ignored Love me like a stargazer, hell raiser, man on the moon Amazed,... Continue reading
Posted Jul 23, 2015 at Wanderling
Sun turns into rain Never been afraid of change: I have memories. Continue reading
Posted Jul 22, 2015 at Wanderling
Ground below, running Ground beneath my feet, breathing Ground above, I fly Continue reading
Posted Jul 18, 2015 at Wanderling
Alas, it feels real When there's flowers and a stone A heart with the name Continue reading
Posted Jul 12, 2015 at Wanderling
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In celebration of feminine strength and American pride, many little girls and their parents came to the US National Soccer Team's ticker tape parade. Even though two year old Catherine has a sweet face and loves to giggle, mom Jennifer says she becomes a different kid when it comes to... Continue reading
Posted Jul 12, 2015 at Wanderling
Fell down in the street Run over by a feeling That now, I belong Continue reading
Posted Jul 9, 2015 at Wanderling
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I've been wandering the streets of Manhattan for a few days, giddy and in awe at the many faces passing by that have already begun to look the same. I'll be writing about a few of my unique experiences with some of the people and places in this wonderful city,... Continue reading
Posted Jul 7, 2015 at Wanderling
This wild love you seek Climb the hill, go look around She won't look for you Continue reading
Posted Jun 30, 2015 at Wanderling
My flag, blue, so blue And my national anthem Just the sound of rain Continue reading
Posted Jun 27, 2015 at Wanderling
What is it I love Something about you? Or you? Or just the feeling Continue reading
Posted Jun 26, 2015 at Wanderling
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I am a flower In need of soft light alone To unfurl for you Continue reading
Posted Jun 24, 2015 at Wanderling
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I learned to hold peace My home sky now the same blue Paradise within Continue reading
Posted Jun 22, 2015 at Wanderling
Gold was the sky and bitter was the sea On the day I felt you slipping away from me Like water in my hands Like sand sitting on the wind The parts of me that were you are nowhere within By the end of sunset When the ocean voices laid... Continue reading
Posted Jun 8, 2015 at Wanderling
I thought I could keep reading The pages of words that write out my life Maybe see you in chapter six And instead of brought together, we'd be written I still want to know how your story ends Continue reading
Posted May 21, 2015 at Wanderling
The feeling was right Just enough sighs on the wind But the timing was wrong Continue reading
Posted May 12, 2015 at Wanderling
Your name in lights And gentle vibration "hey, hey I'm here" "i live in your pocket, your hand, your head" Steady blinking Waiting for a word from me Persistent, you are Impatient, and rightfully so But it's just low key love, babe The light's nudge is brighter In the dark,... Continue reading
Posted May 7, 2015 at Science (fiction) of Love
We were all wrapped up, you see Until it began to rain on me When, at last, my paper skin melted away The silent way you took me in was enough To make us strangers To make me afraid And the shape containing me Is not the one you are... Continue reading
Posted May 2, 2015 at Wanderling
I used to send butterfly kisses on the air Every morning, facing East, not a day missed Because I imagined, foolishly, wherever you might be The rising Sun would be the first to touch your lips Gentle light shed on you, what I swore was a shrine And adored by... Continue reading
Posted Apr 29, 2015 at Wanderling
Something you said to me Was it with words, with your eyes, with your silence I look at you, unblinking and furious, With love And you look at me with something else Something blurred In the place between rain and summer Between "hold me" and "let go" Please Move slower,... Continue reading
Posted Apr 27, 2015 at Wanderling
Dusty book brushed off Fine gold letters, history Someone reads my name Continue reading
Posted Apr 20, 2015 at Wanderling
My words are more than medicine, he said. I could save a life, but instead, They heal and they hate They cure and create I can write myself into pain And rewrite into joy again. Continue reading
Posted Apr 18, 2015 at Wanderling
I used to enjoy a silly little melody more than I do now Something to keep me dancing in the quiet of this house Now I'm relying on the music in my mind Continue reading
Posted Apr 16, 2015 at Wanderling
Although you profess Beneath everything you say I sense silent words Continue reading
Posted Apr 15, 2015 at Wanderling
Like gypsy fire and sunlit rain There is heat, there is light, there is radiance from the heart Love cannot exist in any other form but this Unchanged on the cold night Where warmth rises to the lips at the mention of a name Continue reading
Posted Apr 14, 2015 at Wanderling