musings of an insomniac

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a night in a bar

a night in a bar

By Arti Honrao on April 30, 2022
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wash, rinse and dry.

wash, rinse and dry.

By Arti Honrao on April 29, 2022
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waiting...

waiting...

By Arti Honrao on April 28, 2022
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born again.

born again.

By Arti Honrao on April 27, 2022
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the release

the release

By Arti Honrao on April 26, 2022
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home

home

By Arti Honrao on April 25, 2022
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PTSD

PTSD

By Arti Honrao on April 24, 2022
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passion. lust. the fire.

passion. lust. the fire.

By Arti Honrao on April 23, 2022
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the disruption

the disruption

By Arti Honrao on April 22, 2022
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the act

the act

By Arti Honrao on April 21, 2022
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still there

still there

By Arti Honrao on April 20, 2022
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go away ...

go away ...

By Arti Honrao on April 19, 2022
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safe

safe

By Arti Honrao on April 18, 2022
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... in suffering and pain

... in suffering and pain

By Arti Honrao on April 17, 2022
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being in love

being in love

By Arti Honrao on April 16, 2022
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making ends meet

making ends meet

By Arti Honrao on April 15, 2022
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no labels

no labels

By Arti Honrao on April 14, 2022
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seven dates

seven dates

By Arti Honrao on April 13, 2022
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i say...

i search for words 
 as they elude me 
hiding sometimes behind teary eyes, 
 locking themselves in the mind. 

sometimes - i find them, 
 in a dried tear 
on the pillow. 

 i lure them- 
try to give them a shape - 
on paper. 

they don't fall prey - 
to the temptation. 

 words - 
sometimes - 
they are not supposed to be found.

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