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Its when you believe..: Caught in the dark
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Its when you believe. Are made possible. When words can form, when dreams can take a flight, when miracles can happen. This blog and its content comes from a place within me which is one such miracle. I hope you will like my work and it'll help you smile. Friday, 13 July 2012. Caught in the dark. Grumbling clouds and vein-like sparks. Whistling wind and rain drop marks. In the distant street, a dog, a bark. The sound of an owl, a noise so dark. The tweet of the bird, the squeak of the tire. Darkness is p...
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Its when you believe..: The 'S' in Sufi..
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Its when you believe. Are made possible. When words can form, when dreams can take a flight, when miracles can happen. This blog and its content comes from a place within me which is one such miracle. I hope you will like my work and it'll help you smile. Sunday, 29 July 2012. The 'S' in Sufi. He bowled me over. I gave myself totally. Fell into the profundity. And never came back. His forty rules took care of me. And never let me go. Encouraging me to look within. A good man complains of no one;.
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QUIRKY DAYS: March 2014
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View my complete profile. Sunday, March 16, 2014. Do you think if you didn’t know. That a border lay in between. That you could tell apart. These grass green fields? What’s theirs and what’s ours? Which is this side, and which is that? Pat came the reply, no. And I don’t think I should want to. We were one once,. And I think just that knowledge,. For now, should do. They gather in hoards,. Everyday. Come hail or heat. They smile and take their seats. Men and women apart,. Their hands move to the beat.
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QUIRKY DAYS: July 2013
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View my complete profile. Wednesday, July 24, 2013. I sometimes wonder, why is it that, after a point in time, we become so used to being detached from things, and people? As kids, we know that we're connected to everyone around it. It's supposed to be like one big, happy family. Somehow, the idea of one person being a whole seems to make more sense as we go along. Do we really learn how to attach ourselves so that we know detachment when it stares us in the face? Your heart's a mess. It makes no sense.
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QUIRKY DAYS: November 2012
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View my complete profile. Tuesday, November 13, 2012. Love Such a strong emotional state that can overpower every pore and the very core of the being. Though it is Diwali today, I can't not discuss the meaning and influence of love on me, especially because I've just watched the biggest tribute to love - Jab Tak Hai Jaan. Technically labelled Yash Chopra's swansong, it is truly what one would call, 'saving the best for last.' Being a huge fan of his treatment of romance [and who wouldn't be? Come and go,.
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QUIRKY DAYS: December 2012
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View my complete profile. Saturday, December 1, 2012. My year starts in January,. All warm and fuzzy and bright. The days are all so Spring-y,. Calm and cool are the nights. Spring gives way to summer,. And heat rises to the highest grade,. But just then the summer scorches down,. And all I do is hunt for shade. I drench myself in monsoon air. And raindrops that incessantly pour. The weather seems to drown me,. I wonder why, and how much more. Autumn tries to calm me,. And I look around me.
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QUIRKY DAYS: February 2014
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View my complete profile. Thursday, February 27, 2014. They splay out the risks. In swift lines and. You know it all. But you do it anyway. They feel at ease. Nestled in the comfort. That, at least. They did their bit. And undo their doing. Somewhere, in a dark,. And dangerous corner,. A mind is at work -. And you just sit there. Half-busily turning the pages. They gnaw at you. And you hope for a sign. The signal goes amber. And you speed off. Tomorrow, around your remains. That they discuss in headlines,.
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QUIRKY DAYS: PARTED
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View my complete profile. Sunday, March 16, 2014. Do you think if you didn’t know. That a border lay in between. That you could tell apart. These grass green fields? What’s theirs and what’s ours? Which is this side, and which is that? Pat came the reply, no. And I don’t think I should want to. We were one once,. And I think just that knowledge,. For now, should do. They gather in hoards,. Everyday. Come hail or heat. They smile and take their seats. Men and women apart,. Their hands move to the beat.
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Its when you believe..: September 2007
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Its when you believe. Are made possible. When words can form, when dreams can take a flight, when miracles can happen. This blog and its content comes from a place within me which is one such miracle. I hope you will like my work and it'll help you smile. Thursday, 27 September 2007. Love is more than just thre words murmered before bedtime.love is sustained by action,a pattern of devotion in the things we do for each other everyday.". It is us who get. It is us who sweat. Our pain and our plight. Rollin...
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