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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
Recent Activity
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 2 days ago 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 4 days ago 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
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
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
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
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
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
what have humans ever done to deserve flowers from the day of birth we crave affection adoration in a form without condition, without demand love that gives and gives to our hungry, gaping souls i suppose the earth thought that was enough Photos are from the famous ranunculus fields and... Continue reading
Posted Mar 21, 2017 at Wanderling
i cried my tears to water the earth loosened from my hair the dust and dirt of roads once traveled forever ago forgotten like the words of a song every child used to know Continue reading
Posted Mar 20, 2017 at Wanderling
i said to my lover i crave to hear the sounds of a current have you ever heard anything like that the wind at war with the water but hidden under the surface like depravity and secrets and all the wildest desires so shut your mouth and rock me like... Continue reading
Posted Mar 10, 2017 at Wanderling
someday i’ll float at the center of the universe again with a drum for a heart and the moon for a mouth half of me no longer separate the borders of bodies erased and scattered like dust Continue reading
Posted Mar 7, 2017 at Wanderling
mascara drip stains on the pages of friday's story or maybe thursday's the one where i couldn't summon a happy ending or middle they're somewhere under the pizza box drumming my fingers on the alarm clock with no batteries while the cat watches with narrowed eyes and some leftover candy... Continue reading
Posted Mar 4, 2017 at Wanderling
the fertile crescent rests between my legs and in my third eye, infinity and beyond where the wild blue face of a schizophrenic god curses and spits fire in the sixth grade, the history teacher tried to tell me his name and I laughed because he’s a she and she’s... Continue reading
Posted Feb 28, 2017 at Wanderling
was like flying a kite a throbbing, quivering, pulsating heart existing above me within me without me my sanity on a string more at home with the clouds than the hot ground where laughter melts into the sand who would want to spend a summer any other way Continue reading
Posted Feb 28, 2017 at Wanderling
sirens of calamity come for us all left in the downtown that never ends dance me to the end of sanity until I gasp for air and your neon beer sign heart flickers Continue reading
Posted Feb 15, 2017 at Wanderling
for all the history tucked away in books i've never read a word about the day romance was born i know you and i were there watching and a flock of birds passed pulsating in formation like a million tiny fragments of a single shattered heart a swarm agitated and... Continue reading
Posted Jan 10, 2017 at Wanderling
I could hear my heart break When I learned that clouds are made of water droplets And not the delicate threads of my imagination Like my body, so heavy Also forged from water Instead of the dust and deliberations of a dream Continue reading
Posted Nov 9, 2016 at Wanderling
Sing hallelujah You are a man of god In possession of faith Unlike an atheist A creature of no faith Religion-less Denying words that condemn flesh And command a fall before a climb What are words? Portentous things My song is in the sky, in the open air I sleep... Continue reading
Posted Oct 6, 2016 at Wanderling