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Lorem Ipsum: Rain by chance!
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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, Poetry is just the ash.". Sunday, August 12, 2012. Before there was the first inflorescence, colors vanished away from the flower palettes. May be it rained too heavy. May be it dint rain as much. Unconditional, has a clause yet of having no condition. Expectations seeps in, in form of being formless.). Neither the drought nor the flood. Gods were personally monitoring the symphony. Sunday, August 12, 2012. Rain it is, not by chance but a...
srukhiya.wordpress.com
An account of loving | ...Until then.
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March 22, 2013. An account of loving. Filed under: Poetic Me. 8212; rukhiya @ 1:38 am. He asked to and I heard. His heart, first from the left. Then from the right. Painfully craning such that. The heaviness of my head. Then I began to count. Sheep as heart sounds,. White, long-haired,. Jumping over a square fence. Breathing his scent,. Molecule by dying molecule, thought;. Much more than love;. We demand of one another,. One, long, uninterrupted dream. Finished with smooth rounded corners.
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Everyday rescue manual | ...Until then.
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December 14, 2012. Filed under: Poetic Me. 8212; rukhiya @ 2:13 am. With light as little as that filtering through paper, discern a face lighted just that much. Spare the Zenith. A pair of hands and feet, general human attributes. The background of a waterfall. Begin dreaming. Do not open eyes unless you must begin anew. Consider what you recall – the places, the people and how you looked. There is no method in making tea. Consider that. Laugh Touch with familiarity. Acquaint your skin with strangene...
nascentwriter.blogspot.com
Word Stalk: The Muse's Farewell
http://nascentwriter.blogspot.com/2010/12/muses-farewell.html
Where do they come from? Where do they go? Tuesday, December 14, 2010. Once upon a time there was a girl. She thought of too many things, dreamed of even more. She believed in a few things, hoped for even fewer. She questioned too much, but answered all by herself. She smiled too much, but never knew if she was happy. One evening, on a ceasing winter's day, she met her Hero. He called her his Muse. And she felt special to be his Muse. Was there any greater joy than to be an inspiration? It was as if she ...
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Word Stalk: Calling Home
http://nascentwriter.blogspot.com/2011/02/calling-home.html
Where do they come from? Where do they go? Sunday, February 06, 2011. She had returned to unadorned walls. The medium-sized suitcase was plundered and its contents strewn around in an orderly manner. Discarded paper and other items lay on the floor. Her mirror was missing again. She didn't miss it, but she noticed its absence. That explained her barren looking walls. A lone lamenting voice coming out of a machine created disturbances in the air. The only kind she liked. Asked someone. She shook her h...
nascentwriter.blogspot.com
Word Stalk: Oblivion
http://nascentwriter.blogspot.com/2010/11/oblivion.html
Where do they come from? Where do they go? Monday, November 01, 2010. When I'd gone to sleep, one of the lights was still on. The music was still playing. There were people in the other room talking. I don't know how I woke up. It was the toffee wrappers and those shiny gift wrapping papers that crumpled and crinkled and made noises, like sharp nails clawing at your walls. Sleep still weighed heavy on my eyelids. But my ears refused to resort to selective hearing. You have to wake up", he said. He seemed...
nascentwriter.blogspot.com
Word Stalk: The Salesman
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Where do they come from? Where do they go? Wednesday, December 08, 2010. This was written on 18th April 2010. I'm finally moving it from drafts to published in the hope that seeing it online will goad me to pick it up and finally complete it.). Good morning, Madam. I hope today would be a good day. Here, have some coffee." With that he nudged the door open and entered. So, have you thought about it? She shook her head distractedly. Exactly. What if there was no pain-killer that killed it?
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Musings of a wanderer: June 2015
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Musings of a wanderer. I am not here to make a difference. Instead,I would sum it up for you. So that it is easy to tread. Knowing what I went through. Monday, June 29, 2015. I have said it a million times, pleading. My ignorance on almost everything. I have said it a million times. With a shrug of my shoulders to. Shirk off any responsibilities. But the one that I have in mind now. Is a different kind of "I don't know". This one flies on mighty wings. Of knowledge and curiosity and. Links to this post.
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Welcome to the world of me.....: Rahul Bose's Dream: His Speech at BITS Pilani OASIS 2009 Inauguration
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Welcome to the world of me. Sunday, November 15, 2009. Rahul Bose's Dream: His Speech at BITS Pilani OASIS 2009 Inauguration. I have a Dream “That the 26/11 attack on Mumbai will spur civil society to unite and present a force that government will never again ignore. That in time we will have the maturity to reflect on the mistakes India might have made to incite such hatred. That Hemant Karkare’s work on the Malegaon case will not lose momentum or integrity.”. That 100 million Indian Children will not g...
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Word Stalk: February 2011
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Where do they come from? Where do they go? Wednesday, February 09, 2011. It seeks to escape with the favorite uncle, the wind. But that traitor of the gods, he will drop them the moment it hears the roaring of the thunder from Zeus. And thus wrote AM. 1 head(s) turned to say. Sunday, February 06, 2011. She had returned to unadorned walls. The medium-sized suitcase was plundered and its contents strewn around in an orderly manner. Discarded paper and other items lay on the floor. She looked at her overflo...
