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Between Silences: कोकणातली गोष्ट (खऱ्या अनुभवावर आधारित)
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Let's walk a little, talk a little, sing a little, rock a little. कोकणातली गोष्ट (खऱ्या अनुभवावर आधारित). सकाळी कुतूहल म्हणून मी लवकर बाहेर पडले. 'त्या' घरापर्यंत पोहोचले. घर ओसाड. खिडक्या सगळ्या बंद. दारावर कुलूप लावलेले. 169; अलका येरवडेकर. Specially flown in from Xanadu, by. Hey, this is. Also classified as: marathi. Must have been an amazing experience. Its these small experiences which enlighten the mind. Both the watcher and the watched were in a combined hypnotic frenzy! More of my work. Mother sh...
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Between Silences: Fakir - a Marathi poem
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Let's walk a little, talk a little, sing a little, rock a little. Fakir - a Marathi poem. You need to click on the image below to be able to read the words. Specially flown in from Xanadu, by. Hey, this is. Also classified as: marathi kavita. Stopping by to comment,Couldnt resist,A Marathi Poem. उच्च फारच सुरेख! Glad you liked it, Pranali, Prathamesh! Hi Alaka,this is so beautiful! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). More of my work. 100 Thousand Poets for Change. Carry on, Tuesday. I also blog at:.
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Between Silences: A dusty rant
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Let's walk a little, talk a little, sing a little, rock a little. Inspired by Walter De La Mare). Slowly silently now the dust. Walks the earth in a cloud of fust. His way and that way it peers and seeps. Through window slits and keyhole peeps. Ne by one the sunbeams catch. The dust motes floating in that patch. Frightened of attack by a dust wall. With brooms of heather he sweeps the hall. Ust on the coat. Dust on the wall. Dust on the shoes. Dust on the shawl. Dust in the computer. Dust in the carpet.
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Between Silences: Summer is here
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Let's walk a little, talk a little, sing a little, rock a little. The hiss of water on sunbaked concrete,. The vapor sighs; summer is here. Not a leaf stirs or tendril moves,. The breeze sleeps on; summer is here. The gasping bird flies hither and thither. For drops of life; summer is here. The hot ripe scent of alphonsos,. Cushioned in hay; summer is here. Dripping bodies, lassitude,. Powercuts; summer is here. An overnight trek, a crisp night sky,. Starlight sizzles; summer is here. Hey, this is. Thank...
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Between Silences: The Edge
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Let's walk a little, talk a little, sing a little, rock a little. Have you ever lived on the edge? Trying hard to not look beyond. Or smell the blood from your cracked feet. To keep your footing on the slippery rim. For a careless jostle, the shove. That could send you tumbling? One day I jumped off the edge. There was no below. 169; Alaka Yeravadekar. Specially flown in from Xanadu, by. Hey, this is. Also classified as: life. Why is 'below' in quotes? Hv removed it now. Thanks Ozymandias, Nithin. I ofte...
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Between Silences: Some new year cheer - Contributions called for a new anthology
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Let's walk a little, talk a little, sing a little, rock a little. Some new year cheer - Contributions called for a new anthology. A new anthology of Spirited Poetry is being mooted by the employer of one Mr. Montague Egg ( he of Dorothy Sayers fame), merchandiser of fine wine and spirits. Yours truly was entrusted with the arduous task of coming up with possible titles for the book. Here they are:. White, red, and rosé. Driftwood and beach bums. The rising of the froth. Pink gins and blue frogs. The Alku...
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Between Silences: Cauliflower girl
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Let's walk a little, talk a little, sing a little, rock a little. So I have this friend who loves to eat all things cauliflower. Ergo one was inspired to write this lyric on the lines of Uptown Girl that had been hovering in the mind since morning. Instructions for use: To be sung to the rhythm and tune of Uptown Girl. She's been living in a cauliflower world. I bet she's never had a cap-sicum guy. I guess she's never tried an onion fry. We are rooting for a cauliflower girl. She's our cauliflower girrll.
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Between Silences: Rain verses
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Let's walk a little, talk a little, sing a little, rock a little. It's monsoon here in India, and there's a whole variety of rain- drizzling, pattering, ramming, sprinkling, pouring, playing the fool, . Ome impromptu verse influenced by that glorious falling of water from the heavens:. The drip of rain. Blue sky peeping upon. A rainwashed verdant world. And the same old me. When raindrops become spears. And slam into the ground. Is it old enmity. Or several lifetimes of loving. Does even the rain know?
