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?
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• 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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• May 2008
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• November 2010
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• January 2011
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• February 2012
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• February 2013
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• March 2014
• February 2016
• April 2016
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• May 2017
• December 2018
• October 2020
• February 2021

• The Forest And what do I write about tonight? Sha...
• There you go, tiptoeing through the forest of my ...
• The Night is Raining Down Barren streetlights. A ...
• HomeA kaleidoscope of dreams plays on the window....
• Your absence fills my life like fragrance settlin...
• The Call Of salt flats and saline soles, Of white...
•  A Ride Home Trudging along a lonely road with fe...
• StayThe evening has not yet cooled to a cobalt bl...
•  The SeaBrimming with you.Afraid to move even an ...
• Our Song The harmonium strikes the first notes o...

"..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.."