Name: Still Waters
From: India
About me: About me? Well.. Recluse, dysphoric, morose, inane, insane, caffeine-addict, misread, ascetic, platitudinal, dreamer, volatile, scathing, auspicate, deviant, disparate, iridescent, chatoyant, irate, morbid, colors, canvas, creation, hue, saturation, redemption, vehement, profound, intense, abysm, aphoristic, bound? Creative, encumbered, blasphemous, extant, sentient, opiate? Absurd, moronic, loony, preposterous, harebrained? Plastic blue conversations, paradoxes, anomalies, threnodies, acousmas, delusions, illusions, soliloquies?
More..

• Despise : Malicious people.
• Books : Shogun, The Opium Clerk, My Name Is Red, Istanbul - Memories of a City.
• Music : Darkwave, Trip-hop, Jazz, Soul, Blues..
• Passions : Music. Manga. Guitars. Darkwave. Roses. Orchids. Dahlias. Colours. The written word. Apertures. Overtures. Poetry in motion.

• My deviantART page. Rather, my ink.

• February 2007
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• August 2007
• September 2007
• November 2007
• May 2008
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• November 2008
• December 2008
• November 2010
• December 2010
• January 2011
• February 2011
• March 2011
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• June 2011
• August 2011
• September 2011
• November 2011
• February 2012
• April 2012
• July 2012
• August 2012
• November 2012
• February 2013
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• September 2013
• December 2013
• March 2014
• February 2016
• April 2016
• July 2016
• August 2016
• May 2017
• December 2018
• October 2020
• February 2021

• You know that last magic hour at the end of a summ...
• A haze of sleep and a shimmering blurThat rises li...
• I like the stars. It's the illusion of permanence,...
• Farewell At a certain point I lost track of you.Th...
• Hanging by the skin of your teeth,Walking the blun...
• Scarred fingertips and charred faces,The sharp sme...
• Sepia orbs.Warps and wefts.Streets and flashing fr...
• Sanity.The mind is a wondrous place. Mundane lines...
• The reason, for reason's sake, shall a reason be.
• I'd like nothing more than to stand at the edge of...

"..My time moves slowly
Gliding across the veil of my nude skin
If i should cross the border you made for me
Maybe i would not be here..
But now what sense does it make
To try and embrace a more pristine past
Looking forward i will take the risk
But i'll finally find answers to my why's.."