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Inflicted by a disease to start again from square one: October 2007
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Inflicted by a disease to start again from square one. Playing with a tambourine,balancing on a rope. circus boy hanging on, hanging to the hope. Young Man and the Sea. In the middle of an ocean of troubles. The silvery water gazes at your gentle boat of travel. The migratory birds cross you with a laugh for themselves. You migrate on the hopeless boat of rubble. Ripple; ripple….the union of man and boat rips through the water. Searching for a dark island far away. The diamond twinkles of lost hope.
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Inflicted by a disease to start again from square one: GC
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Inflicted by a disease to start again from square one. Playing with a tambourine,balancing on a rope. circus boy hanging on, hanging to the hope. His head is weary with thoughts- cursing him to make mistakes. By the beach of pain and relief- his sand castles seem to disappear. Through the words of a smile- you words find the simplicity of pain. The notion of falling apart with the sky falling- he just seems to break and tear. Now is not the time to panic- we told him- now is the time to forget. Posted by...
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Inflicted by a disease to start again from square one: Listening
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Inflicted by a disease to start again from square one. Playing with a tambourine,balancing on a rope. circus boy hanging on, hanging to the hope. The scourge is over; there is a bloom inside somewhere,. I think I’m being noble, to listen and try – a thing to share. Suffering is a passing stage; life’s just like that. Her words kept me calm and stupid; oh! There was a bold music in my head; I sang it loud in my silence. I dreamt of a land beside the sea; but there was a tickle in my conscience.
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Inflicted by a disease to start again from square one: September 2007
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Inflicted by a disease to start again from square one. Playing with a tambourine,balancing on a rope. circus boy hanging on, hanging to the hope. For two people, I wish they care more……. It’s not nice to be nice. There are no hiding places then. Not many people appreciate it. They give you directions for the wrong lane. Admitting that you are just here. Stagnant in this revolving world. Just another speck of grain. An everything of nothing, pale and dull. Your senses beg you to feel its sensation. I eat ...
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Inflicted by a disease to start again from square one: My Dear Penny Lane, I Love You
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Inflicted by a disease to start again from square one. Playing with a tambourine,balancing on a rope. circus boy hanging on, hanging to the hope. My Dear Penny Lane, I Love You. Dear Penny Lane,. You are like the soothing morning of the coldest night. Like the sands that stays back in your hand after the ocean eats away. Like the tears after years of holding back. Like the course you suddenly realise was right all along. Like the heart the mind hates to admit. Like my words and my dreams.
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Inflicted by a disease to start again from square one: November 2007
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Inflicted by a disease to start again from square one. Playing with a tambourine,balancing on a rope. circus boy hanging on, hanging to the hope. As kids we were fired up, charged up, hung up, and fooled up. We scorched in the sun, playfully, chasing each other. Drank the same water each day, flew in the same air,. Nothing and everything amazed us, nothing vividly to bother. Then something happened. A blurry spot on the rear mirror. We tried making noise and light. Like a bloody festival firecracker.
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Inflicted by a disease to start again from square one: It Rains Outside
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Inflicted by a disease to start again from square one. Playing with a tambourine,balancing on a rope. circus boy hanging on, hanging to the hope. In the shade of the green outside,. I think of the light she brought in from the rain. In spite of all the things I never thought I would say,. She listens to the ones that aches the world of her. Beside the rain on the window panes of my room,. Her ache aches me from within and I misplace why she is that way. Try my love a little bit, I tell her. Http:/ www...
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Inflicted by a disease to start again from square one: January 2013
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Inflicted by a disease to start again from square one. Playing with a tambourine,balancing on a rope. circus boy hanging on, hanging to the hope. My Dear Penny Lane, I Love You. Dear Penny Lane,. You are like the soothing morning of the coldest night. Like the sands that stays back in your hand after the ocean eats away. Like the tears after years of holding back. Like the course you suddenly realise was right all along. Like the heart the mind hates to admit. Like my words and my dreams.
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Inflicted by a disease to start again from square one: January 2008
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Inflicted by a disease to start again from square one. Playing with a tambourine,balancing on a rope. circus boy hanging on, hanging to the hope. The Bike Ride Story. Drowning in the wind that hits you,. Swearing at the mudholes on the road. The speed slowly devours you; makes you wonder,. The veins harden, your pulse weakens; your abode. Without wings you can fly now,. Without drinking, you can be high now. The asphalt hardness helps softening your thoughts,. And sunsets passsby in a haze of dust,.
