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  • forgetting is not the same as letting go
  • forgetting is not the same as letting go
  • 78 7 7 hours ago
  • Bestes Gefühl.
  • Bestes Gefühl.
  • 76 5 8 hours ago
  • (un)Representative
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Previously, access to the best education set apart the political elites from the rest. Although they lacked representative authority, it was accepted. The dividing line between 'us and them' was clear

These days it's different. 40% of 16-64 year olds and 90% of politicians have degrees 
With Brexit/Trump, the correlation between  decision and education is clearer than any other dividing line.

The problem isnt just that the political class doesn't represent the majority, it's that it represents a significant proportion of the rest.

And no amount of rational thinking acquired from hungover discussions in a seminar room will change that.
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The choice is clear: change the representatives or the system of representation?
  • (un)Representative

    Previously, access to the best education set apart the political elites from the rest. Although they lacked representative authority, it was accepted. The dividing line between 'us and them' was clear

    These days it's different. 40% of 16-64 year olds and 90% of politicians have degrees
    With Brexit/Trump, the correlation between decision and education is clearer than any other dividing line.

    The problem isnt just that the political class doesn't represent the majority, it's that it represents a significant proportion of the rest.

    And no amount of rational thinking acquired from hungover discussions in a seminar room will change that.

    The choice is clear: change the representatives or the system of representation?
  • 31 1 9 hours ago
  • Miles Away From A Kind Of Blue.
  • Miles Away From A Kind Of Blue.
  • 14 2 9 hours ago
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My mom once told me that my body should be the epitome of kindness.
She told me as pain enfolds on my skin,
kindness will give me relief.
But Amma,
I have a lot of skin.
If pain was about to enfold then 
it’ll run like a forest fire,
for I’m a jungle of my own.
Amma,what if it burns my heart with it?
How will I live?
or should I just chew down my 
pain like Grandma’s paan 
and spit it only once it has 
left every corner of my mouth red,
but this time with blood.
I’m made of bronze.
I occupy a lot of space but 
the insides of this huge vessel is hollow,
a void I cannot name.
My anger demands to be fed.
I’m running out of sweets.
“Help me”
My jealousy has started his reign,
I envy your beauty.
I don’t know how to love,
I saw two pigeons the other day,
very much in love,
but I couldn’t stand it,
so I threw stones at them,
and cried for an hour back home.
Amma,you gave birth to twins,
the first you named as an 
offering to God 
and the second you named Ego.
Now Ego is as huge as this 
offering and she threatens to 
break my life.
Amma,I’m sorry to tell you,
I’m not an epitome of kindness. 
I’m a human body moulded from ash,
and soul carved from mud.
I’m everything but kindness.
———
//Letter to my Mom.
———
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  • My mom once told me that my body should be the epitome of kindness.
    She told me as pain enfolds on my skin,
    kindness will give me relief.
    But Amma,
    I have a lot of skin.
    If pain was about to enfold then
    it’ll run like a forest fire,
    for I’m a jungle of my own.
    Amma,what if it burns my heart with it?
    How will I live?
    or should I just chew down my
    pain like Grandma’s paan
    and spit it only once it has
    left every corner of my mouth red,
    but this time with blood.
    I’m made of bronze.
    I occupy a lot of space but
    the insides of this huge vessel is hollow,
    a void I cannot name.
    My anger demands to be fed.
    I’m running out of sweets.
    “Help me”
    My jealousy has started his reign,
    I envy your beauty.
    I don’t know how to love,
    I saw two pigeons the other day,
    very much in love,
    but I couldn’t stand it,
    so I threw stones at them,
    and cried for an hour back home.
    Amma,you gave birth to twins,
    the first you named as an
    offering to God
    and the second you named Ego.
    Now Ego is as huge as this
    offering and she threatens to
    break my life.
    Amma,I’m sorry to tell you,
    I’m not an epitome of kindness.
    I’m a human body moulded from ash,
    and soul carved from mud.
    I’m everything but kindness.
    ———
    //Letter to my Mom.
    ———
    #poetry #poet #poetrycommunity #poetryisnotdead #poetrycommunityofinstagram #poetrylovers #poetrygram #poetryofig #poetrysociety #poetryislife #instapoetry #poetsofinstagram #poets #writing #writingcommunity #writinglife #creativewriting #writingismyfreedom #writersofinstagram #lifequotes #globalpoetcult #poets #globalagepoetry #poemsindia
  • 141 39 15 hours ago
  • You don’t have to write what everyone else is. There is a space for the stories you have to tell.
  • You don’t have to write what everyone else is. There is a space for the stories you have to tell.
  • 35 4 20 hours ago