Author: Prena subba
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i have forgotten how vulnerability feels like.
i had 4 slices of bread washed down with half a glass of tap water. it’s 2am, i am not even that hungry but i keep getting that feeling of being something like a quicksand. the more i try to move around, talk with someone or get things done, i am still sinking. you know,…
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the greatest meaning
i don’t want to know about the meaninglessness you feel, i don’t want to hear about the thousand chanting phrases you do for yourself or the blame you put on the past life, because here you are on this planet suffering and longing for something spiritually and an emotionally nostalgic world. there is no grand…
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love and idea
You fall in love with ideas more than you realize—the idea of something or someone; widely, truly, achingly beautiful to the arbitrary depths of one’s imagination. But then, the problem of falling in love with ideas is that you can’t touch it, you can’t hold it in the length of your arms and kiss it…
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Dear dad.
“Growing up is cool”, dad would say to me and sit on the sofa, stretching his legs on the table. I would keep down my phone and gently assure his words with a smile. But deep down this one thought burns me’ growing older or just growing tired everyday’. There is nothing much that gives…
Prena Poetry 