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grey silhouettes: 03/16/11
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POEMS BY PRAVIN RAI JUMELI. Wednesday, March 16, 2011. Remarking that how much. Backward is our country. Country is the motif of society also. Aha a brigade of youth is raised. To hunt for reformation. Asserting that the real country. Lives in the cities. And investigating the sores in files. That is agonizing the country. Also bargaining the prices with recliners. That inflate the country. The squad of youth is awoke. To drag the country of cities at right track. Now the thumbs do not used. Pack snacks ...
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grey silhouettes: 12/17/10
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POEMS BY PRAVIN RAI JUMELI. Friday, December 17, 2010. While depicting the Life. A brush dipped in yellow. Am walking over the lonesome backdrop of ‘Wheatfield with crows’. Are not shivering the Vangogh hands of painter. In the letters of Theo nowadays. And they’re aching voiceless. The walk that is with me always. Is continuous as the flow of Rangit. Feet are fettered with compulsion. To reach unknown somewhere. Waiting for a blue pastel. The incomplete desire to be portrayed as Irises.
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grey silhouettes: 02/14/11
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POEMS BY PRAVIN RAI JUMELI. Monday, February 14, 2011. A report on the accidental death of soul. Brain used to die perpetually. And soul used to survive. This time soul is dead and brain survived. Riding on a wagon of hopelessness. Soul tumbled down in the valley of distress. 8216;O joy’, screamed before he died. It was hard enough to break his breath. And he looked up to the blue sky. Seclusion accompanied him while he died. A blow of knife is enough. To die a man, enough is a stroke of rock.
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grey silhouettes: 02/10/11
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POEMS BY PRAVIN RAI JUMELI. Thursday, February 10, 2011. Sprinkling the intoxication of elegance. The obstinate hips and breasts of words. On the ramp of poetry. Those sponsors made this ramp. Who outstretched their market as meanings. In the colony of tri-world. In the vigorous stage of thought. And in the flamed lights of symbol. Reflection of his strength fills magical music. Imitating the common sense. As the celebrity judges of front row. Wish to see the naked words. The way those who bared women.
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grey silhouettes: prism of silence
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POEMS BY PRAVIN RAI JUMELI. Thursday, June 9, 2011. It is one Pravin. Wherein hundred Pravins breath. And which are apart from the notions. Of narrator and hearer. The fallacy of words. Weaved by these teller and listener. Asserting that ‘it is’. 8216;yes it is’. Sticking in the teeth of eater. One Pravin is crushed. Somewhere in the tales. Somewhere in the verses. Someone would be daubing. The beauty and prominence. Another Pravin is encashed. In the columns of balance sheets. And fly up high in the sky.
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grey silhouettes: 12/16/10
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POEMS BY PRAVIN RAI JUMELI. Thursday, December 16, 2010. The story of Tear. Falls uselessly. And crossing the hillocks of eyes. It ever downpour unnecessarily. Either she has passed over my penury. I cannot say. Or she has gone to discover. Perhaps those devices of adultery. For whom I ever objected. Nevertheless I use to explain ever. It is the destiny that ruined me. But it does not forget to flow in vain. Down to hillside of the cheeks. Aching I is parallel to aching others. It always descends downward.
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grey silhouettes: 02/20/11
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POEMS BY PRAVIN RAI JUMELI. Sunday, February 20, 2011. The tale of a town and many villages. The painted winds of east. Gushed, told a tale and vanished. Possessing the blanket knitted by cold and dust. The new flowers hided that tale. Years, as fishes in the water. Slipped away from the time. The love of the town bulged as mountains. In the angles of desire. In the marshes of will. One night the awaken mother saw that. Plucking the flowers from the stem of village. Gangtok was fleeing away. Pravin Rai J...
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grey silhouettes: 12/22/10
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POEMS BY PRAVIN RAI JUMELI. Wednesday, December 22, 2010. Dearth tears and sweat bloom in the villages. So our parents also inhabit in the villages. All the comforts are seized by the harvester city. Therefore villagers are the real sufferer. The winter that smells the flowers of Phaledo. At that time carrying ginger, mandarin and vegetables. That rainy season when paths are untidy by the slides of mounds. At that time gathering the grains of famine they frequent Haats. Still the burst calluses are dried...
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grey silhouettes: Myth kitchen
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POEMS BY PRAVIN RAI JUMELI. Monday, May 28, 2012. Some kinds of sounds are rumbling therein. The hearers thought that there must be a hag. A myriad of suffered eras are spent. And countless tears of compromise are dropped down. The cachinnating definers are always crafting conspiracy. To prove that those are the traditions and identity. But no one asked them. What is the masculine gender of a ‘hag’. Not asking the questions means. Not to be an untruth. We… again and again are seeing that. You to live here.
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grey silhouettes: 12/15/10
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POEMS BY PRAVIN RAI JUMELI. Wednesday, December 15, 2010. Some snapshots of poor. Many people marked that destiny has written the poor. Other many used to state that God created that creature. By seeing and reading this word it seems simple. And as this is made of four letters only. But it encapsulates several meanings. Its kept commentaries are also hundreds. The people declined by the blow of Ernesto and Lenin. When they re-arouse again in the memory of evil dreams. Or assumed as copies of neuter gender.