Tomic Riter

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  • The needed push.

    Started editing the first draft of my first books of poems. Still untitled. It is painful to read one’s own poems again and again, but I like how they are growing, whichever ones can grow. That’s the joyful part of it, the only joyful part of it. There’s always more to add. I will go on until I can’t anymore. That will be a good time to stop. I will know when that time comes. As of now, I am still sitting outside, under a clear starry sky. It is almost midnight. The wind is amazing, refreshing. The trees half asleep, few more men sitting outside, outside but far away from me. Everything in this moment is beautiful. I am glad I could witness this beauty.

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  • Dim.

    sun falls and burns away
    at the end of the day
    wind rustles and turns cold
    by its tail I hold
    as I keep going on my way.

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  • Finally somewhere.

    Managed to finish the first draft of my first book of poems. The final result, I guess, will take some time. More updates on the book in the coming weeks. Things are going good for now. The book is still untitled. Other than that, the days are going fine. Quite a lot of writing is happening these days. Less work at the workplace, which is really a blessing. The shops are slowly running out of stock. The very essential stuff is available though. I can live with that, maybe even without that. I am in dire need of a thing or two, but I guess the shops selling those things won’t be opening anytime soon. Yesternight was quite windy but tonight is just quiet. Cold and quiet. I guess that’s it. I better fuck off and eat something.

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  • It has to happen.

    walking inside
    walking away from sky and wind
    a quarter of a night has passed
    the remaining is to be endured.

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  • Long road.

    Revisited few of my old poems. Had to do it. It’s a pointless and important task. You might understand it or you will when you reach that point. Lots of shit needs to be written down. I hope one life will be enough, and if not, then what choice do I really have other than to write more shit. I have got a lot inside my head. Being awake is as killing as going to sleep. Sitting in the cool breeze is making my eyes heavy. I could fall asleep right now. Heck, I could die right now, with or without a virus I do not really care.

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  • While the sky blazed

    Wrote few more poems in the last couple of days for my book. It’s going good. Life is not cruel these days since most men are locked inside. Tonight is cool weather and steady winds. I guess I will skip dinner, it slows me down and I am not that hungry. I ate stupid shit all day anyways. A delicious smell just entered my nose, somebody is surely hungry. It has started raining just now. Finally! Great! Great!

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  • Disturbance.

    consumed with severe thoughts -
on the other side of this wall,
a bird humming.

  • What things go on.

    I sit in frustration, watching how things proceed. The inhumanity flowing parallel to humanity. The great killer tide. Longer hours of hunger prevail. Today, I slept to the point of mild nausea. Daytime is demotivating, draining. This place is, once again, a desert. I hardly know, these days, what is going on outside. I go to work and then come back home. It is my only daily adventure. No walks outside. No drinking. Smoking I had quit long ago. This was a good time to start again.

    Few essential shops open for a brief time – 9 in the morning till 12 at noon. Over the past few weeks, timings have been changed multiple times. The people higher up probably do not know what the fuck would be the best time for people to step outside. I guess for the people who are just stupid, no time would be best. For others, yeah, something can be worked out. Often, people from small nearby villages arrive after everything closes down. They remain unaware of the changed timings. Hopelessness smears their weary faces. They go back thinking about I don’t know what dreadful things. Extreme hunger. Death. Some other violence.

    People are losing their minds. Isolating oneself can be toiling. Whatever. Sometimes, what needs to be done must be done without much thinking. It is the best bet.

    Tonight is a dreary windless night. Only pests are roaming freely on our streets. And dogs. And pigs. I have not listened to any song today. Maybe soon I will. Maybe.

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  • A sweet bird brought me terror.

    5:23 in the morning
I wake up with a nightmare
a sweet bird, few inches long, is entering my body through my ear
its sharp beak is digging my ear
it bears an emotionless evil in its eyes
I wake up violently, and sit,
shuddering, looking all around, looking under my pillow
to find out if it is real
it is not
it is not
my ear is intact, eardrum in place, no blood flowing out
a mild relief grips me
no bird, I take a deep breath
a growling hunger fills my stomach with ache
I close my eyes and try to forget. 

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  • Some words from my workplace.

    precious hours go wasted each day
the act of merely sitting in anticipation of work can prove to be cumbersome
doing work is easier, it kills time at least
'It is mandatory to complete your working hours,' we got the direction a week ago
'Fuck that,' to that I said
it is difficult to make grown men understand the new,
effective ways of working faster
I turn off the fan when I feel cold
and then turn it on again when the heat rises
the process repeats multiple times throughout the day
people in useless masks are roaming all around,
their temples, mosques, churches remain closed
they do not know anymore if God is listening to them
I make a joke on the people dying
some laugh while others adjust their masks
outside it is too hot to walk during daytime
nights are cold 
the roads remain largely empty
the shops remain closed, locked behind shutters, eating dust
the fruit sellers are selling half rotten fruits, half rotten vegetables,
anything
every time I take a piss, I think of
going back to my home, sitting in my chair, doing nothing 
and being fine with it.

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