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Blinking Blank: Homecoming

Blinking Blank: Homecoming

The past few months, I look back over the shoulder. Been numb. Lost a sense of day and night. Back to my rat hole gym. The stink is nostalgic. The rusted iron plates. The welded dumbells. My things abandoned in a dark corner. So many fancy gyms, people migrate! They...
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Please note that this poem is written by Robert Frost not me. You might see “by Muhammad Arooj” above, it is due to the website’s setting and I’m posting this from mobile. Please excuse my laziness and mobility. This is one of my favourite...

Field Notes: A misc of madness

What’s the world made up of? There’s something that makes the world one. There’s naïveté in the people. People like to be comfortable. They work hard to be comfortable. To create a sense of frivolous safety. Their comfort zone. In order to do that you have to leave...