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Phantom footprints,Rough-shod feet, and deferred silences. Saturday, December 31, 2011. Believe my heart to stop in high solitary places where all ceases but remembrance of you, breathing and yet not breathing like a sky grown old shooting stars unto eternity, burning and yet not burning like a candlewick that outlives all to tell the tale of a flickering flame drunk on its own light. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Madras, Tamil Nadu, India. View my complete profile. United: A Mid Term Review 2009-10.

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Torn Canvas: February 2011

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Phantom footprints,Rough-shod feet, and deferred silences. Sunday, February 27, 2011. The gulmohar in the middle of the road. You can read the sorrow of forsaken siestas on the haggard faces that spot the supermarket aisles. Sleepwalking feet trip over each other jut into billing queues with a toe surreptiously singing along with the radio, weary with waiting. Are you alright madam? The guard at the store entry asks. My hand numb and cold from the air conditioning goes to my head where hair stands up...

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Torn Canvas: December 2011

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Phantom footprints,Rough-shod feet, and deferred silences. Saturday, December 31, 2011. Believe my heart to stop in high solitary places where all ceases but remembrance of you, breathing and yet not breathing like a sky grown old shooting stars unto eternity, burning and yet not burning like a candlewick that outlives all to tell the tale of a flickering flame drunk on its own light. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Madras, Tamil Nadu, India. View my complete profile. United: A Mid Term Review 2009-10.

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Torn Canvas: July 2010

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Phantom footprints,Rough-shod feet, and deferred silences. Wednesday, July 7, 2010. When the last flower is plucked for prayer and when the shrine is swept clean of foot prints and the floral dead, only you remain- my despair’s choice poison. When the departing throng jiggles change in its pockets and clamour for food sours both sweat and fatigued limb, only you remain- the bitter fruit of my day’s striving. When the last line leaves my pen and my heart is gladdens at a filled page, only you remain- the ...

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Torn Canvas: May 2010

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Phantom footprints,Rough-shod feet, and deferred silences. Monday, May 31, 2010. Not for me are people with ever craning necks who glide up snakes of stairs without ever being deceived in a ladder. Those who never fall backwards over a winding word, tongue thick and loose with warring syllables. Those who dine ever so carefully with kings without heaving themselves off the table with a concluding burp, a lip licked wet or a deep rumbling breath. Those who haven’t spittled. Saturday, May 22, 2010. This bl...

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Torn Canvas: May 2011

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Phantom footprints,Rough-shod feet, and deferred silences. Sunday, May 22, 2011. She looked like she had a nodding acquaintance with death, somebody who had looked it in the face plenty of times but never too closely and never in the eye. It did not happen to me at first sight, the catch in the breath, the knife in the heart, the words that tumbled out of my long-silent throat gift-wrapped and brand-new at her command. But they stiffened like laundry hung out on a line, and she folded them out of sight, ...

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Torn Canvas: September 2011

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Phantom footprints,Rough-shod feet, and deferred silences. Sunday, September 4, 2011. I do not call you by name. I do not call you by name, not even in narrow solitary vaults that tempt sorrows into utterance, not even among those to whom I might feign possession, not even when you’re walking away and I stutter into a silence that mysteriously stuns you into turning around. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Madras, Tamil Nadu, India. View my complete profile. I do not call you by name. A story is never a lie.

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Torn Canvas: I do not call you by name

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Phantom footprints,Rough-shod feet, and deferred silences. Sunday, September 4, 2011. I do not call you by name. I do not call you by name, not even in narrow solitary vaults that tempt sorrows into utterance, not even among those to whom I might feign possession, not even when you’re walking away and I stutter into a silence that mysteriously stuns you into turning around. It was the wrong him. September 20, 2011 at 4:18 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Madras, Tamil Nadu, India.

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Torn Canvas: September 2013

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Phantom footprints,Rough-shod feet, and deferred silences. Sunday, September 29, 2013. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Madras, Tamil Nadu, India. View my complete profile. I have often reflected on the parallels between re. United: A Mid Term Review 2009-10. Whatever Things has a new home. A story is never a lie. FEEDJIT Live Traffic Feed.

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Torn Canvas: We met

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Phantom footprints,Rough-shod feet, and deferred silences. Sunday, May 22, 2011. She looked like she had a nodding acquaintance with death, somebody who had looked it in the face plenty of times but never too closely and never in the eye. It did not happen to me at first sight, the catch in the breath, the knife in the heart, the words that tumbled out of my long-silent throat gift-wrapped and brand-new at her command. But they stiffened like laundry hung out on a line, and she folded them out of sight, ...