UrbanSanyaasi

A 24 year old guy trying to write poetry, find life out of a cubicle and in love with a lady who is heaven walking on earth.
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#vscocam Coffee and one hell of a sexy cup. Check this out Mr. @pratikagrwal

#vscocam Coffee and one hell of a sexy cup. Check this out Mr. @pratikagrwal

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I’m low on sweet — tell me what made you smile today or what makes you smile and maybe that will make me smile:

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17th September, 2013

The scariest and happiest day of my life. After almost a year of long distance relationship, I finally heard from my lady that it is possible to live in the same city. So on 16th morning, I reach a city 800 miles away to escort her back home and find out that she is suffering from viral fever. Was I scared shitless? Yes! But we knew that leaving her there suffering is not gonna help. There was no one else to take care of her and I couldnt stay with her through the night. The whole day I kept making sure she is feeling cool but not cold. Wrapped in a blanket till it was time for our evening bus. Standing by the door shut while she retched air and moans. That was the scariest night of my life in the bus. 14 hour journey and I had to make sure she is safe. Somehow, something kept me calm. Something hot and steel like. I don’t know what it was. I still don’t know. But that day if God himself would’ve come down and said it was time for her to be on her own, I’d have punched God in the face and taken her home. 17th Morning we were back in our city and her folks were there to pick her up. And it was the happiest moment and the scariest moment again. For 24 hours I was there with her. I knew her skin, I knew her sobs, her moans, her sighs, her fever was calmed by my touch and my gaze. I had no idea what would happen if I let go of her. She went home and took the whole day’s rest and I was worried sick and in the evening when she finally woke up and message me, that was the evening I knew that no matter what, no how, I’ll always be there to take care of this girl. I’ll always be there to stand by the door to make sure she doesn’t keel over. I’ll always bring extra blankets to shield her from the air conditioners. 

The Letter Of The Seer by Arthur Rimbaud to Paul Demeny
Circa: May 15, 1871

Arthur Rimbaud’s letter to Georges Izambard, May 13, 1871

Arthur Rimbaud’s letter to Georges Izambard, May 13, 1871

Ha! Typical writer abusing his power typically! (Couldn’t think of anything to write. A blank page between two written ones is all the more terrifying!)

Ha! Typical writer abusing his power typically! (Couldn’t think of anything to write. A blank page between two written ones is all the more terrifying!)