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~RatioNaL iNs@niTy~: June 2011
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Walking backwards. the boulevard of no dreams what so ever. Wednesday, June 15, 2011. A frequency that refuses to match all others. What brings one to a stop. The Truth, The whole truth and nothing. What comes and goes, and leaves all others aside. Statements and reverie. What comes of it. Evolution to make it better. What comes of it is far worse than ever imagined. Clustered reactions that make no difference to. Further bruised if you think of it. Saying it walks- it ran. You and I seized to exist.
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~RatioNaL iNs@niTy~: April 2011
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Walking backwards. the boulevard of no dreams what so ever. Friday, April 29, 2011. A reply to "those lines". Neither here nor there. Nor naive yet no fault. Neither pinned yet plagued. A possibility that will negate. The labyrinths of the mind- all alike. Neither factional nor separated. Blood and bone of an entity. Far away from reality. Neither here nor there. A journey throughout despair. Are you a mystery or just a mind game? Will you reveal or deceive? Neither friend nor foe. But what of hopes?
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~RatioNaL iNs@niTy~: May 2011
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Walking backwards. the boulevard of no dreams what so ever. Saturday, May 28, 2011. How longingness for happiness turns to fear. How one takes a look at the world from a window once where they dreamed of happiness. A rain washed afternoon turns into a shower of memories that evening. The sun peaked once. As longingness cries in a corner, lightening consoles memories. That home was ours. those moments are now frozen in time. As one looks back and a tear unknowingly makes it way. Roles begin to reverse.
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Your Love Must Be Loud. April 23, 2008 at 6:44 pm. Usually, declarations of love are always loud – the Dharmendra inspired parar don screams a “Ami chhat theke laphiye porbo bole dicchhi! Even the nervous stutter so magnificently, that what eventually leads to a rather mild declaration (as he mumbles to LadyLove that he’s done her home work for her, or some such thing), becomes such a production that quite a few knowing grins are exchanged at the end of the ordeal. NSW: Hmph. Jao, na. MB: Chole Jabo toh?
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~RatioNaL iNs@niTy~: A reply to "those lines"
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Walking backwards. the boulevard of no dreams what so ever. Friday, April 29, 2011. A reply to "those lines". Neither here nor there. Nor naive yet no fault. Neither pinned yet plagued. A possibility that will negate. The labyrinths of the mind- all alike. Neither factional nor separated. Blood and bone of an entity. Far away from reality. Neither here nor there. A journey throughout despair. Are you a mystery or just a mind game? Will you reveal or deceive? Neither friend nor foe. But what of hopes?
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~RatioNaL iNs@niTy~: September 2008
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Walking backwards. the boulevard of no dreams what so ever. Friday, September 19, 2008. Agne naya supatha raye asman. Visvani deva vayunani vidvan;. Bhuyistham te nama-uktim vidhema.". Some call it a belief. Some say its tolerance. Some made it the foundation and frame. Some used it as a catalyst within. Some felt it sooth the moment. Some claimed it to be the end. Some wanted it to be tamed. Sadly they did not know it's not easy dancing with a flame. It brings the invitation to the world beyond. Consume...
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~RatioNaL iNs@niTy~: October 2011
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Walking backwards. the boulevard of no dreams what so ever. Sunday, October 23, 2011. Secrets of a Different Kind. A certain something that I always knew. Was nearing my lips,. But never really reached them. It peeked. Searching, it asked you, sometimes it asked me. Asked for some words. Words that it could drape. And travel up to my lips. Wrap itself. In the arms of my voice and waltz. But this certain something is a feeling. A fragrance that floats in the air;. One that is speechless. I am aware of it.
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~RatioNaL iNs@niTy~: Secrets of a Different Kind
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Walking backwards. the boulevard of no dreams what so ever. Sunday, October 23, 2011. Secrets of a Different Kind. A certain something that I always knew. Was nearing my lips,. But never really reached them. It peeked. Searching, it asked you, sometimes it asked me. Asked for some words. Words that it could drape. And travel up to my lips. Wrap itself. In the arms of my voice and waltz. But this certain something is a feeling. A fragrance that floats in the air;. One that is speechless. I am aware of it.
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~RatioNaL iNs@niTy~: November 2009
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Walking backwards. the boulevard of no dreams what so ever. Sunday, November 15, 2009. To dust and back. Iron birds wish to fly. Triangles of them fighting to stay alive. Heaviest of lights unfolding under one breath. It will all come to a desolate end. Now that they have disappeared. A cruel time winter is. Time is stolen from us. Harsh and heaving on those beautiful wings. I stand here and stare at my last fragment of a dream. From rock piles and pebble paintings. I am once again frozen in scream.
