The Famished Road awaits the
Soul of a solivagant and a poet
Either will they
Bloom poems or immortal foot prints.-
Famished with thirst I roamed the land
Searching in every corner and nook
Finally my hunger fed, my thirst quenched
In the immersion of every book.
-
Ignorant we are,
feeding our bodies
even as our souls
stay famished.-
Hangry
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An emotion when you are seething with anger,
thanks to hunger pangs.
Symptoms:
Wishing to kill anyone who hasn't brought you food, and wants to chat you up instead!
Caution:
It's very real, my friends, keep away from those (temporarily) affected.
When unaffected, they are rather nice people.-
A famished body will be in disbelief
An overfed one would just look away
-
Past: Are you in search of me?
Me: No, Why should I look for a shark when I’m at sea bed?
Past: Don’t act too smart! How do you survive then?
Me: Who said I’m surviving? I’m just trying to escape light!
Don’t even think of trying to come near me else the pressure will crumble you into tiniest of morsels possible-
I will always remember you
as the sirimiri
that has wet the
arid land of life,
and the seeds of hopes
get cultivated to crops of success,
feeding my famished desire.-