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FLOWING AGAINST THE TIDE...: July 2008
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Monday, July 28, 2008. Reading 3 mistakes of my life, watching AAMIR and KHUDA KE LIYE. and then these bomb blasts in bangalore and Ahmedabad. made me realise how unpredictable life is. I cant help but remember these lines from the beautiful song "mehfuz" from Aamir. Kya majaal teri marzi ke aage. Bando ki chal jayegi. Thaame jab tu ungli, katputli ki. Meanwhile. 1st week in kgp was very eventful. RK hall, my abode for the coming 3 yrs. aah! I consider myself lucky to be an RKite! 1 credit. NCC? He lifts...
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চিন্তামনি | Poetic Injustice
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What a tangled web we weave, when we first practise to deceive! October 24, 2011. August 11, 2012. The First Flight →. 2 thoughts on “ চ ন ত মন. October 29, 2011 at 2:28 pm. I never knew you write in Bengali as well…and such high quality.hats off! October 29, 2011 at 6:40 pm. Experimenting and learning 🙂. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. Create...
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Veni Vedi Vicit | Poetic Injustice
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What a tangled web we weave, when we first practise to deceive! March 30, 2014. I counted beats on the window pane. And it struck me when she tiptoed in. Did raindrops really match her cue? And drum a beat in the deafening din. I wondered why the light was low. Notwithstanding, her face did glow. Moonlight, though, needs stars to live. Did Stardust set her grace aflow? No more was the crowd of sullen folks. A harrowing banter of soulless blokes. As they vaporized and vanished by one. Liked by 1 person.
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Guilt | Poetic Injustice
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What a tangled web we weave, when we first practise to deceive! October 7, 2011. October 9, 2011. Life is like that. Dries you up and turns you to stone. You can’t feel a thing and yet pain sets in. Deep in your veins. And flows like a memory;. A fluid image of days long gone. Inches up your body till it hits your heart. And blood rushes in. Rushing through the walls of your veins. Pointing fingers at you. You feel ridden with guilt. For not turning back when you could have. And leaves you breathing.
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The Rock | Poetic Injustice
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What a tangled web we weave, when we first practise to deceive! November 30, 2013. Not slaved by anger nor fear. Not shook by sorrow, not swayed by joy. No reducing shame,. Stands faceless, voiceless, emotion-less. In this world full of smiles and cries. No misty eyes,. No love, no care. For hands raised in arms and in prayer. No arms too strong, no armor too hard. To guard against the human will. He takes it again, on the chin. For the dream that he must protect. Bleeds and rises, aims again,. एक कतर नस...
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The First Flight | Poetic Injustice
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What a tangled web we weave, when we first practise to deceive! August 3, 2012. August 3, 2012. Farther flies the flock, lonelier be the folk. Brighter be the light, blinder be the flight. Do Dream of the sky! Try not, but to fly! Dive not Oh little one! Stay nested, lest you die! Louder heard the chatter, lesser would it matter. Higher that you soar, fewer left be your. Be hid in the oaks, and be ruined in the shame. Play not Oh little one! Since you’d be the game! Leap not Oh little one! This work is l...
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Scars | Poetic Injustice
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What a tangled web we weave, when we first practise to deceive! September 17, 2016. September 17, 2016. My scars, they mark their ugly faces. And chequer my stars, my luck, and my graces. On my face’s dark and mucky creases. They wreck me apart and break me to pieces. Each one, a rock weathered with time. But none, would talk or tell me who I am. Each one cut deep like a tether around me. And let weep, since that time they found me. And bound me, to wince, to a piquing sentence. Leave a Reply Cancel reply.
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The Man behind the Face | Poetic Injustice
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What a tangled web we weave, when we first practise to deceive! The Man behind the Face. February 3, 2014. February 4, 2014. Veni Vedi Vicit →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email.
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FLOWING AGAINST THE TIDE...: September 2008
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Monday, September 29, 2008. BANG BANG BANGALORE : part 1. Bangalore mein kaam to chal hi raha hai. but not havin a share of masti? 160;out of question! This is some uncut uncesnsored bhaat from bangy! Partner in mischief : Abhimanyu Dikshit. Scene 1: venue: Majestic Bus Stop. 160; ENTER: me n manyu, with 2 trolleys, 2 lappies, 2 hand bags,. And 1 packet containing all the bangy ktj posters. Pls see: bus number is significant :P). to Mysore road. Scene 2: Bapuraonagar Bus Stop. Mein sir. &...
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FLOWING AGAINST THE TIDE...: BANG BANG BANGALORE : part 1
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Monday, September 29, 2008. BANG BANG BANGALORE : part 1. Bangalore mein kaam to chal hi raha hai. but not havin a share of masti? 160;out of question! This is some uncut uncesnsored bhaat from bangy! Partner in mischief : Abhimanyu Dikshit. Scene 1: venue: Majestic Bus Stop. 160; ENTER: me n manyu, with 2 trolleys, 2 lappies, 2 hand bags,. And 1 packet containing all the bangy ktj posters. Pls see: bus number is significant :P). to Mysore road. Scene 2: Bapuraonagar Bus Stop. Mein sir. &...