Lillian D’Costa

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International Labour Day 2009

Posted by: lilliandcosta on: May 1, 2009

I see only hope

Today is May 1, 2009, International Labour Day and with the ongoing recession a deeply poignant one for all of us who labour. Today, business houses large and small, multi-national and national all around the world are in disarray, shutting down or struggling to survive. One vital component of production, labour has [...]

Memorable weekends

Posted by: lilliandcosta on: February 10, 2009

Memorable weekends at home!

The recession can be a tough time. Job loss, salary cuts, longer work hours, less sleep, more work, less rest and the stress can pile up even while the conventional methods of de-stressing become unaffordable. Not that I am used to pubing, dancing and eating out, but when most people try and [...]


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    Sometimes you'll fuck my mind dudes,Sneer at the world I come from.This world,So upright.So uptight.And too fucked to admit it.8.00 p.m
  • Blinded by Rage
    They’ve cheating me, aren’t they?Those rotting hearts on smiling facesThey’ve cheating me, aren’t they?Those sleek tongues in wicked mindsThe pain oozes out of an innocent faceA ray of trust just blew outMy heart fell, he saysand the word comes back to me, after very many monthsIn the loss of innocenceIn angerPainHelplessnessIt matters not what glory you acq […]
  • Advertising Cloud 9
    The horizon in shades of green,Water tanks, blue and black,Clothes of all hues waving in the breeze.Cloud 9 advertising its services,Who would think, it would need to?But it does,Its the recession.
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    oh why does my soul refuse to rest.it bounds up,against gravity,like there were thorns that pricked its underside.refusing it rest.oh my soul has a bloody breasta weary heartthat longs to rest,but somehow each night is dayin its unending search to run away.
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    I stare out,As the orange-pink of sunsetFades away into silhouettes,Large dark trees, rise upAnd the cold road leads away.The breeze whips at my face,The curtains buffeted in the strong wind,Fly around uncontrollably like shreds,My heart feels the same,As it leaves sweet memories behind.Parting can never be harder.15th April 2009