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*Thoughts.....: January 2006
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Saturday, January 28, 2006. Sixth Finger - A dedication to the fraternity of Bitsian Smokers. Now wasn’t that like Maddy? Had u missed that one, here it goes again . R, in a swift flick of his fist transferred the matchbox from one had to another; so fast that it is hardly visible and lo! Ok but the second and third attempts were successful too. That is it; R couldn’t stand it any more. Enough don’t waste the sticks said R as he wrested the matchbox from V’s hands and walked away. He had strongly objecte...
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*Thoughts.....: Let Me Go
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Sunday, December 23, 2007. Me was carved uncouth but its no fault of mine,. No way near those action figures yet I seldom did whine,. Not to be picked from oblivion- the original cosmic design. But she did, polished me fine, attached a simple lovely twine. Please let me go, please let me go, here is not where me belong. Its the oblivion, unknown, unheard, unseen and beyond. Scary was this new retention, a shackled daunting detention. Me is tugged under the spotlight and into unwanted attention. Its the o...
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A Poetic Reunion: July 2009
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Monday, July 13, 2009. There was once a time of splendid, but silent thoughts,. Written down in speechless curves, dashes and dots. A time when in the wordy gymnastics with a paper and pen,. Only a special few could get themselves a perfect ten! And today, writing is but just a commoner's hobby. With growing opinions in every new writer's lobby. Look around you and you'll see someone tearing down the Internet,. And vehemently, with a sharp toothed mouse and a boisterous key set. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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A Poetic Reunion: August 2009
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Saturday, August 22, 2009. The Clock of Life by Robert H Smith. The clock of life is wound but once. And no man has the power. To tell just where the hands will stop,. At late or early hour. To lose one's wealth is sad indeed,. To lose one's health is more. To lose one's soul is such a loss. As no man can restore. The present only is our own. Live, love, toil with a will. Place no faith in 'tomorrow'. For the clock may then be still. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). The Clock of Life by Robert H Smith.
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A Poetic Reunion: January 2009
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Saturday, January 10, 2009. I Won't Say A Word by Arden Davidson. I Won't Say A Word - Arden Davidson. There are words I'm not allowed to say. I really don't know why. But once when I said one of them,. I made my mother cry. I'm still not quite sure what it meant. It slipped out unexpected). But my mother told my father,. And for now, I'm not respected. My father told my neighbor. And my neighbor told his kid. Now I'm an outcast at my school. And I don't know what I did! The school told everyone in town,.
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A Poetic Reunion: April 2011
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Tuesday, April 26, 2011. By : by Charles Hanson Towne. 1877-1949, written in 1900. Around the corner I have a friend,. In this great city that has no end,. Yet the days go by and weeks rush on,. And before I know it, a year is gone. And I never see my old friends face,. For life is a swift and terrible race,. He knows I like him just as well,. As in the days when I rang his bell. And he rang mine but we were younger then,. And now we are busy, tired men. Tired of playing a foolish game,.
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A Poetic Reunion: The Clock of Life by Robert H Smith
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Saturday, August 22, 2009. The Clock of Life by Robert H Smith. The clock of life is wound but once. And no man has the power. To tell just where the hands will stop,. At late or early hour. To lose one's wealth is sad indeed,. To lose one's health is more. To lose one's soul is such a loss. As no man can restore. The present only is our own. Live, love, toil with a will. Place no faith in 'tomorrow'. For the clock may then be still. So beautifully caught the essence of short life :).
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A Poetic Reunion: April 2009
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Saturday, April 25, 2009. Since, this is my first post, its apt that I start with the introduction that means parichay. सलिल कण हूँ, या पारावार हूँ मैं. स्वयं छाया, स्वयं आधार हूँ मैं. बँधा हूँ, स्वपन हूँ, लघु वृत हूँ मैं. नहीं तो व्योम का विस्तार हूँ मैं. समाना चाहता है, जो बीन उर में. विकल उस शुन्य की झनंकार हूँ मैं. भटकता खोजता हूँ, ज्योति तम में. सुना है ज्योति का आगार हूँ मैं. जिसे निशि खोजती तारे जलाकर. उसीका कर रहा अभिसार हूँ मैं. जनम कर मर चुका सौ बार लेकिन. बँधी है लेखन&#...क्षमा, दय...पर नर व&#...
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A Poetic Reunion: Invictus - William Earnest Henley
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Tuesday, January 04, 2011. Invictus - William Earnest Henley. Good poem , it seems this inspired Nelson Mandela when he was in prison. So probably the movie about him is also called Invictus. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Invictus - William Earnest Henley. Ilaya Kavi - Youthful poet. Watermark template. Powered by Blogger.
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A Poetic Reunion: August 2011
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Tuesday, August 16, 2011. Javed Akhtar's poems in Zindagi Milegi Na Dobara. Pighlay neelam sa behta hua yeh sama,. Neeli neeli si khamoshiyan;. Na kahin hai zameen,. Na kahin aasmaan;. Sarsaraati hui tehniyaan, pattiyaan;. Keh rahi hain ki bas ek tum ho yahaan,. Sirf main hoon, meri saansein hain, aur meri dhadkanein;. Aur main sirf main. Apne honay pe mujhko yaqeen aa gaya…. This moment flows by like liquid sapphire. Silence like the blueness of the sea. No Earth below,. Whispering that only you are here.
