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fire, ashes & smoke: Oct 22, 2008
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Wednesday, October 22, 2008. We can see others. With our own eyes. Our virtual ‘I’-s. The eyes of an inanimate mirror. But we seldom are able to visualize our real 'I'-s. One is far away from oneself. Instead of an I-Pod. Bird of life, come and sing me a song…. I’m searching for a patch of blue. Just like you. (1). Guillotined were the buds-innocent. Before the minuscule Quarks. Turned into the giant Universes. Before the infinitesimal seconds. Transformed into the infinite Histories. It was a dusky dawn.
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fire, ashes & smoke: Nov 11, 2012
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Sunday, November 11, 2012. If It Rains: If It Rains Not. If It Rains: If It Rains Not. 8216;Quaff the poison received as reward, if you can.’. 8216;Walk with a smile trampling upon your own smile-less bosom, if you can.’. 8216;Trudge on with a moonlit compromise on the pitch dark face of destiny, if you can.’. 8216;Lock up and leave your prowess inside the house, if you can.’. 8216;Drag along silently the entire sky that falls on you, if you can.’. Merely thinking of this. A layman talks of ordinariness.
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fire, ashes & smoke: Nov 18, 2008
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Tuesday, November 18, 2008. Don’t stare at me. Raja Puniani राजा पुनियानी. Links to this post. Dreams are never stopped. A new sentence to come. Carrying a new story. Have you just stumbled. By a full stop. On the road of dream. Dreams are not destinations. We shouldn’t be afraid of. A sun of evening. Wait for the morning. Raja Puniani राजा पुनियानी. Links to this post. What shall you do. If all the doors are closed. Wherever you go for one night shelter? What shall you do. If the land below your feet.
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fire, ashes & smoke: Mar 2, 2010
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Tuesday, March 02, 2010. After so many nights. I was in between the roof of my house. And the roof of my neighbour’s house. The length of the road separating the houses. I could (only) see. At the length of my sky. Raja Puniani राजा पुनियानी. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). But why should we. From within the Pores. This is (not) here. Wish You Were Here. Other Blogs of Writer. Raja Puniani राजा पुनियानी. View my complete profile. Simple template. Template images by hanoded.
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fire, ashes & smoke: Nov 15, 2009
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Sunday, November 15, 2009. This is (not) here. This Is (Not) Here. Hanging before a silhouette of. Unless the hidden matrix of human factories. Explodes like a human bomb. B r/e a/k s. Forgot to return from brothel. We had dreamt of losing something. Before the journey began? Raja Puniani राजा पुनियानी. Links to this post. Labels: This is (not) here. But why should we. We can, But why should we? In search of a new home. We can sing through. To stop singing at all. We can run away. We surrender before them.
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fire, ashes & smoke: Oct 26, 2009
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Monday, October 26, 2009. Music is the only storyteller. That glorifies the story of dumb times. Rhythm of conversation between granny and grandson. Fills the material sounds with silence. Silence glows like a distant planet. Touches the unseen blades of hungry words. Music is drunk like wine by them. For they are always warriors of others. Let there be music. In every solemn villages. Forgotten by dynamic civilization. And now- music flows river. From the top of the hills of their pains. I burn my sights.
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fire, ashes & smoke: Nov 7, 2009
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Saturday, November 07, 2009. They are going to dance. I ought to sing. They want to listen. They are my children. The leaves of roadside tree. As if nobody wished rain. But who may forget. Of a pathetic night in one’s own life. She’s still sleeping. She was fighting whole the night. That is why she fights. She saved the entire village. Of that remote village hill. Raja Puniani राजा पुनियानी. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). But why should we. From within the Pores. This is (not) here.
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fire, ashes & smoke: Dec 25, 2009
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Friday, December 25, 2009. And ashes bear them in their fertile belly. We the offspring of. Sing the song of fire. Running in the roads. Sleeping in the houses. Missing in the jungles. Crying in the hearts. Grinding in the workplace. Ashes are always loved by fires. The ashes of our forgetful histories. As the motions stop at a standstill. Poor ashes are loitering in the market. In fear of motions. Risen from dull ashes. Bite the naive thoughts. They are scared of this eerie brightness. Fires and Ashes -2.
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fire, ashes & smoke: Dec 3, 2008
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Wednesday, December 03, 2008. Tale of a Numb Planet. Once upon a time. There was a nice young girl. She used to be a. She was so cute. Comets were driven crazy after her. Shooting stars would tease her. Even the distant galaxies would. Stars would fight with each other. And aliens tried in vain. She is getting old now-a-days. During an obsessive epoch. Of hunger and thirst. Prodigal sons of Sun. Of illegitimate mother planet. Doesn’t shed tears. Nor she cries aloud. She is neither hungry today.
