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Its just going to be as easy as life is.and she smirked before disappearing into the dark lane. Thursday, October 07, 2010. Crumble and become tiny. There is no space to call my own. Magnify and become unbearable. There is no silence to call my home. Known sea of faces. There is no place for love. This is the exact moment. When I attempt at stopping to think. Labels: Poems, Pics, Travel, Books Poems. Sigh an element of melancholy is very loud in this one. Can we call it a post modernist condition?
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Wasted: September 2010
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Its just going to be as easy as life is.and she smirked before disappearing into the dark lane. Thursday, September 30, 2010. Has Toilet Humor Died? Links to this post. Labels: Poems, Pics, Travel, Books Random Thoughts. Thursday, September 16, 2010. Dried flowers have a quality of their own. They suddenly remind us of some forgotten moment we once experienced, the memory of which still lingers, like the remembrances of a lonely sea shore. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Wasted: March 2011
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Its just going to be as easy as life is.and she smirked before disappearing into the dark lane. Thursday, March 17, 2011. Words and More For You. I could go on and on and there would be no end. As I feel I have not done a good job, I haven't told the best things yet.but that I could never do. Somethings in life are just worth experiencing for yourself. About the rest, I can write and will write in time.untill then. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Words and More For You.
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Shyamalee: October 2008
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The Women in me. Friday, October 17, 2008. Market, Death, etcetera. In my tiring thought. I have Kandhamal and Democracy. Sadness of not believing, in spite of knowing. Afternoon's wall and corral of sea. Apart from naked God. I remember the woman tying her hair. They have put a big market. Selling violence and terror. Like a lane of red ants. Putting fire is cheapest of all. Then comes raping a woman. Getting killed is not costly either. I Used Photofunia effect to get a f. Friday, October 03, 2008.
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Shyamalee: March 2009
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The Women in me. Saturday, March 07, 2009. A Sort of Review. I was tagged by Runa to write a review on books I read in January. When started writing I was confused and ended up writing on many books that I have read so far. It is a challenge for me to write prose that are outside my field of research. I don't know she will like this or not, but I enjoyed going through the nostalgia of books I have read. It is called Janhamamoon. That I often read ). By Orhan Palmuk, A Feast of the Goat. It has happened s...
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Wasted: Random Thoughts To Share...
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Its just going to be as easy as life is.and she smirked before disappearing into the dark lane. Sunday, March 28, 2010. Random Thoughts To Share. But that is not what I really wanted to think aloud here. What caught my attention, was the reconfirmation of the fact that for almost all the Hindu Vedas and all Hindu philosophies, the four main goals of life are Dharma. Virtuous living), Artha. Material prosperity), Kama. Aesthetic and erotic pleasure), and Moksha. I know, I am stating the obvious, but it wa...
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Shyamalee: January 2008
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The Women in me. Monday, January 21, 2008. I am in Love. Her acts are not harmonised. She hears only exclusive sets of words. Her imaginations have spread wings. Unaware of earthly happenings. She is in absolute disorder. She is in love……. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). I am in Love. View my complete profile.
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Shyamalee: In each sadness...
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The Women in me. Friday, July 25, 2014. Here was no cloud in today's morning sky. The sun was full of shine and brightness. Trees are happy either way. With the sun shine. With the expectation of rains. In her mournful afternoon's veranda. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile.
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Shyamalee: April 2011
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The Women in me. Friday, April 08, 2011. Don’t Come again. Don’t come again. I will never write. I will never write for you. For the pain you have given me. The pain of invisible love. The sadness of being in love. But I don’t know for how long I can keep my promise. Your charm ignites the thought. Forces the words out of vain. Don’t ask me to write a poem. If anything, I want to write about happiness and not love. Melancholy of joblessness and not being separated from you. Don’t come again….
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Wasted: Images - 1
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Its just going to be as easy as life is.and she smirked before disappearing into the dark lane. Sunday, May 23, 2010. The scent left behind. Of the sweaty black backs. From a dry well. The ways of modern living. In old hazy eyes. Which stare far away for rains. Amongst all this a dream. On a farmers crop less field. Allow the pain of it all. Labels: Poems, Pics, Travel, Books Poems. Tejaalways happy to help you babe. ബോണി മാത്യു. This comment has been removed by the author. Blogs I Keep Going Back To.
