Spotted something like this on Reddit so I tried to copy it. Wish I’d picked a better pen though
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Waves sketch
6 words short
I just came up with a great cliff hanger.
Lonely pyromaniac; just wanted a match.
“Wrong number” says a familiar voice.
I had amnesia once, maybe twice.
Mud lane
Once the rain has gone
All the mud that flowed,
But with the rain did not go
On our quiet street shows-
Underneath the concrete shores
Where houses dock,
And people knock-
Good earth below.
Time reading
While reading, time passes quickly. Look at the clock while you think about it. Reading kills time and time kills people.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master. Lose something everyday. A set of keys, hours badly spent. In the time it takes for a bruise to heal, for hair to grey and for you to notice- it’s too late. Everything has passed just try not to miss the rest of the show.
Yakshagana
Relics
Between childhood relics, board games and jars of collectables I found a dead moth.
He died right next to a magic box and my collection of seeds and leaves. Those plants would never leave their jars. For the first time I felt like I’d lost something. The universe was talking to me in simple but effective metaphors.
Stuff my grandfather says
Love is sublime and can’t be sublimated.
(Remember that sublimation has meanings in both a social context and a scientific context. Old people can be really witty.)
Sunlight Monkey
In Tulu we call them Muuju.
Dream blur
I hear the sun fill the room,
Before daybreak.
So in a day dream
Had everything I need.
Say nothing and I’ll
Love you in a day dream,
I’ll open my eyes
When I want to land.
Rijul Ballal 