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Faren Rajkumar
Stuck with my nose in a book
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! Contact: faren.rajkumar@gmail.com
Interests: Finding meaning where there usually isn't.
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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 7 days ago 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
A body fell from the sky With the look of something young, yet old The Earth said it was mine But not mine to hold Not even to make laugh Or love or console But mine to call my other half The missing piece, even from afar, I am whole Continue reading
Posted Apr 13, 2015 at Wanderling
Daises growing free Where a happy face lies still Solemn flowers live Continue reading
Posted Apr 9, 2015 at Wanderling
I've got my boots on And my feather weather frilly chilly thinking about falling snow It's only April But I want to know That Winter will come back here It hasn't left me with this sun, alone Continue reading
Posted Apr 8, 2015 at Wanderling
When the day turns into days And the days turn into nights Pattern becomes a symptom Time, the illness, Wait a little longer Just a little longer What sights have my young eyes seen and when? Take some time away Before time takes them away And even as the days... Continue reading
Posted Apr 5, 2015 at Wanderling
Glittering, silver With rain and tears in the sun This is how I shine Continue reading
Posted Apr 4, 2015 at Wanderling
Each line contains the number of words designated by the zip numbers. O, Miami and WLRN's annual contest turns mere zones into occasions for poetry. 33317 is where I live. 3 The neighbor's dog 3 Highway rattling breeze 3 Bike path chatter 1 always 7 Suburban melodies where true silence... Continue reading
Posted Apr 3, 2015 at Wanderling
If this is to end in fire, then let me swallow these last words. Two bodies, four hands to strike the match, two proud trees already up in flames and these last words, "I wish" "That day" "If only" "We might" - just sparks on the withered branch already the... Continue reading
Posted Apr 2, 2015 at Wanderling
I am five again And you are my playmate plaything playful eyes The giggle without reason All soft and silly curiosity awakens with the morning sun Fighting sleep the moon brings, refusing to listen To the end of playtime The end of the day My playmate plaything playful eyes Stay... Continue reading
Posted Apr 1, 2015 at Wanderling
Am I alone here Or a lone "her", too quiet Too still, yet content Continue reading
Posted Mar 31, 2015 at Wanderling
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Though I am shrouded by the shadows And I walk in hidden places between gardens and buildings sitting away from the sun I am bright Continue reading
Posted Mar 30, 2015 at Wanderling
Sun and wind have never suited me I squint at the bright day sky Sometimes shut my eyes with my face still turned up And imagine the patterns of the stars The lines of dotted light under my eyelids ... Restless thoughts, restless hands, restless sighs Until the night finds... Continue reading
Posted Mar 28, 2015 at Wanderling
I see the Void and the Light I hold a shadow in my heart and stand vigil through an endless night I watch the dark Tracing the patterns of the stars with my wandering eyes Bask in the mood of the dark side of the moon It calls to me,... Continue reading
Posted Mar 27, 2015 at Science (fiction) of Love
The hurt singed, fire As the well within ran dry I forgot to cry Continue reading
Posted Mar 27, 2015 at Wanderling
Quietly we fall The screaming air at our backs And we close our eyes Continue reading
Posted Mar 25, 2015 at Wanderling