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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.
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Posted 2 days ago at My Veda
1 Om Shivaya Namaha Obeisances to the Auspicious One 2 Om Maheshvaraya Namaha Obeisances to the Great God Shiva 3 Om Shambhave Namaha Obeisances to the God who exists for our happiness alone 4 Om Pinakine Namaha Obeisances to Shiva, who guards the path of dharma 5 Om Shashishekharaya Namaha... Continue reading
Posted 3 days ago at My Veda
Your careless scarf of wine-colored chiffon is left behind The maitre d' stashes it away in his pressed pocket He'll undo his tie on a stolen smoke break, to breathe in your champagne and pearl scent Every poem you dash off and leave on paper napkins The languid parade of... Continue reading
Posted Nov 14, 2015 at Wanderling
La Marseillaise. The French National Anthem. No other words are needed to bring tears to the eyes this week. Peace for Paris, by artist Jean Julien. "Ye sons of France, awake to glory, Hark, hark! what myriads bid you rise! Your children, wives and white-haired grandsires. Behold their tears and... Continue reading
Posted Nov 13, 2015 at Wanderling
Even as I give you my heart, my hand, my promise To never cause pain, to show when I cry Even as I swear to forsake dreams I am a child You shouldn't believe a word Continue reading
Posted Nov 13, 2015 at Wanderling
There is a crack in this sidewalk Under our canopy of braided concrete and vine I stare while the ants make their way across the treacherous ravine Wondering where my shadow has gone Clouds may leave, street litter blows away Shadows are meant to stay Little silent marching band parade... Continue reading
Posted Nov 9, 2015 at Wanderling
I'm a pretty sudden human Frappuccino Uh, hey, what's up, hello I'm frozen "Where did everyone disappear to, from the line I was in?" Hurry, hurry because I must Extra heavy London fog and a pinch of star dust Mister indie-label only jazz Barista stares with the Expectant Red Eye... Continue reading
Posted Nov 4, 2015 at Wanderling
Dear daughter, the greatest thing I will ever make, I have so many hopes and dreams for you and even though we haven't met, I already know what kind of person you will be. You will be kind, curious, fearless, loving, fiercely affectionate, witty, determined, and brave - everything I... Continue reading
Posted Nov 1, 2015 at Wanderling
I would almost prefer to smother you Until something red runs from your nose Instead of letting you walk away alive Because now I let you go Sending out into the world someone who knows The color of my soul It's deep dark red Like the blood that I almost... Continue reading
Posted Oct 5, 2015 at Wanderling
My favorite words this week reminded me that sometimes the only way to cope with an impasse is to turn numb, cold, and quiet, until it passes. This ol' song by The Cranberries is a good anthem for the dawn of October. The winds are changing, something's coming, can you... Continue reading
Posted Oct 1, 2015 at Wanderling
I re-wrote the words of this 1977 Bukowski poem about ten times tonight, over and over until they were drumming an unconscious beat in my head. "Do it, do it, do it, all the way, all the way"... Lonely and in the quiet, alone with the gods and my night... Continue reading
Posted Sep 23, 2015 at Wanderling
"My heart and soul were never mine to own, what you care to die for? (What you care to die for?) We die alone, we'll all die young, what you care to die for? (What you care to die from?) Snow glistens on the ledge, whiskey on the bed, shake... Continue reading
Posted Sep 12, 2015 at Wanderling
Everyone says we escape from things From reality From danger From pain But I say we escape into things Into peace Into someone's arms Into a waking dream Continue reading
Posted Aug 26, 2015 at Wanderling
make me your Lady Cigarette nothing fancy, no paper thin gold just smoke me out my glitter, my ash, my whisper, in your veins Holding me rolled up all tight clinging to the anthem of my drag (tell you my secrets) that's not your hand when you hold me I... Continue reading
Posted Aug 11, 2015 at Wanderling
I search and search for the right words Under rumpled bedsheets Between stacks of our photos Inside drained cups of tea Only to find that they are here and they are simple "yes" and "of course" and "see you when I fall asleep" In the space between you and me Continue reading
Posted Aug 10, 2015 at Wanderling
A wind lifted the blanket of red earth that was settled over the bodies. Lifeless red corpses covered the ground for miles, and even a hand raised to shield your eyes from the glaring light couldn't hide the raw desolation. But it was quiet, and the battle was won. Continue reading
Posted Aug 1, 2015 at Science (fiction) of Love
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 Jul 31, 2015 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
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
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