Fidal Surendran
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The Sorrowful Life Of A Young Boy
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The Ineffable Taste Of You
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“The book is yours,
though the pen belonged to me;
and in that vanishing act,
beauty finds its peak:
the writer disappears,
but you remains
immortal in repetition,
in invocation,
in the endless echo of your name.....”
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though the pen belonged to me;
and in that vanishing act,
beauty finds its peak:
the writer disappears,
but you remains
immortal in repetition,
in invocation,
in the endless echo of your name.....”
―
“So time can hurry or dawdle all it wants,
I’ll keep doing the work of loving you.
We’ll laugh louder than the clock,
plan messily, fail spectacularly and still show up.
No elegies here, only stubborn, joyful practice: one good morning at a time, definitely one saturday at a time,
Few extra minutes before sleeping at a time,
We always find a way
That's what we are!
What's what we do...”
― The Ineffable Taste Of You
I’ll keep doing the work of loving you.
We’ll laugh louder than the clock,
plan messily, fail spectacularly and still show up.
No elegies here, only stubborn, joyful practice: one good morning at a time, definitely one saturday at a time,
Few extra minutes before sleeping at a time,
We always find a way
That's what we are!
What's what we do...”
― The Ineffable Taste Of You
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