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Concubinal Bicycle: October 2011
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Sunday, October 23, 2011. Without greed, without envy,. In an abyss,. By the tumultuous hand of time. Bare as a cold branch,. Kissed by an icicle,. As the chaotic wilderness dances around. Beating its chest, tearing its flesh,. My eyes wide opened. But blind to this rage. Hot spring under a sheet of ice,. Tears collect at the feet,. A Surge of pain. Urging for its release. Washing away my parched love. Reticence wrapping me,. In its lifeless bosom. The last whimper of truth. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Concubinal Bicycle: July 2011
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Wednesday, July 6, 2011. Bon Iver's new album, 'Bon Iver' was a real pleasure to listen to! The songs, each named after a town or city that singer Justin Vernon visited, describe his own interesting thoughts tied to those places. The songs seemed to beautifully flow into each other without a strain! Here's one of my favourites'. It's called "Perth". Monday, July 4, 2011. A tramp. A homeless, dying tramp. That's what one would call him. With a sudden jerk he shoved the blanket away from his body.
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Concubinal Bicycle: The Vagrant
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Monday, July 4, 2011. One of my first proper attempts at writing fiction. It may be a bit raw and amateur-ish at certain points. I've tried my hand at experimenting with a few techniques. So here goes - the first chapter of "The Vagrant". :-). A tramp. A homeless, dying tramp. That's what one would call him. With a sudden jerk he shoved the blanket away from his body. His skeletal feet peered out of his unfitting worn out pants. An ace of spade conjoined with an ace of heart. July 11, 2011 at 6:20 AM.
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Concubinal Bicycle: The Fall
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Sunday, October 23, 2011. Without greed, without envy,. In an abyss,. By the tumultuous hand of time. Bare as a cold branch,. Kissed by an icicle,. As the chaotic wilderness dances around. Beating its chest, tearing its flesh,. My eyes wide opened. But blind to this rage. Hot spring under a sheet of ice,. Tears collect at the feet,. A Surge of pain. Urging for its release. Washing away my parched love. Reticence wrapping me,. In its lifeless bosom. The last whimper of truth. October 25, 2011 at 4:49 PM.
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Concubinal Bicycle: Chutti ke din!
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Friday, March 25, 2011. Another year comes to an end for me. My second undergraduate year has officially finished it's term. I haven't actually 'planned' a to-do list to accomplish for these holidays. But I have already started doing things that I love. Firstly, I cleared away all the traces of academia by packing my college books and keeping them in the depths of my cupboard. I got my painting kit out and made a few canvases! I got new earphones to replace the broken ones for my i-shuffle! Subscribe to:...
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Concubinal Bicycle: March 2011
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Friday, March 25, 2011. Another year comes to an end for me. My second undergraduate year has officially finished it's term. I haven't actually 'planned' a to-do list to accomplish for these holidays. But I have already started doing things that I love. Firstly, I cleared away all the traces of academia by packing my college books and keeping them in the depths of my cupboard. I got my painting kit out and made a few canvases! I got new earphones to replace the broken ones for my i-shuffle! My eyes brigh...
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Concubinal Bicycle: February 2011
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Sunday, February 20, 2011. Simple, funny and quotable! We happened to read Wendy Cope's poetry is class the other day and it was a huge hit. Even my "I just don't get the point of poetry" friend had a goofy smile stretched across her face. Here's a sample of one of her poems. This one's called 'Bloody Men'. Bloody men are like bloody buses —. You wait for about a year. And as soon as one approaches your stop. Two or three others appear. You look at them flashing their indicators,. Offering you a ride.
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Concubinal Bicycle: November 2011
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Wednesday, November 30, 2011. For example, the references to popular/contemporary consumeristic media, like "Apple" or "Hutch"; have been blended in metaphorically with the ideas of love, lust and form a part of the intertexuality that is a core aspect of post modernism. But at the end of it all, you don't have to think of it in this particular way, and just go ahead and read it as it is! I don’t know what else to do, other than look at you with awe and worship every fibre of your being to an almos...
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Concubinal Bicycle: C'est Bon!
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Wednesday, July 6, 2011. Bon Iver's new album, 'Bon Iver' was a real pleasure to listen to! The songs, each named after a town or city that singer Justin Vernon visited, describe his own interesting thoughts tied to those places. The songs seemed to beautifully flow into each other without a strain! Here's one of my favourites'. It's called "Perth". July 6, 2011 at 10:53 PM. Heard about the new album but hadnt heard it before this. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The City Of Dawn.
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Concubinal Bicycle: To May
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Sunday, June 26, 2011. Here's a little ode that I had scribbled on the pages of my favourite "Little Green Book" a while ago. It's dedicated to a month which somehow always manages to withstand and ward off the harshness that the other months seem to bring! Your short-lived journey concludes at last. Leaving you behind; with her sweet sun kissed body,. Nature enters the wet chambers of the days yet to come. You have always brought such bliss,. Not a tear was ever shed on your sunny days. Ooh new blog post.
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