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Touch Me, Touch Me Not. Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around. People come into our lives for a reason, a season or a lifetime. Embrace all equally! Touch me and let me feel your warmth. Touch me not and you will feel my wrath. Ps Its a touch in the slap that makes person aware of reality. Responses to “Touch Me, Touch Me Not”. Feed for this Entry.
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Digressive Monologues: November 2011
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Monday, November 21, 2011. Beneath the fiery glance. A trail of gentleness,. Time gently ruffles your. Conviction of my yet un-. Fulfilled role as your first. Violator, your standard of. Insincerity, your (secret). Within these gaps I. Flow, these moral slippages,. The obscure realm between. Vision and desire,. Quietly invading suspicion,. For I am formless yet, inhaled. By you as you resist. My finger on your eyes now,. My voice in your head. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile.
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meandering recollections: The Long Drawn Out Wait......
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Scanning some of the most important parts of my life which i can talk about. Friday, 28 November 2008. The Long Drawn Out Wait. In your world, In my world, In our world. Why are hatred and war in attendance? Your heart is so expansive. Yet why are ours so constricted? At every step, why is there a boundary? All this earth that is yours. Sun is what it revolves around. Why is it so shady still? On this world’s veil,. Why do I see blood’s colour everyday? Echoing are the shouts of many. Questions on wild a...
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Soliloquy: September 2007
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Wednesday, September 5, 2007. Have you ever felt that a certain person needs education even though you knew that this very person is a M.A., M.Sc. or PhD? Does a clean mark sheet always prove that the person is truly educated? Is it only stuff that we learn so that we can pass our exams and get a good job? Is that the sole objective of education? It must be so, it seems. Why else do I find so many people who refuse to be a part of the present? Who think that what they have learnt was and is. It must be so.
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meandering recollections: The Mêlée
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Scanning some of the most important parts of my life which i can talk about. Wednesday, 28 January 2009. Watching someone leave from my life, (well you never entered it, I just made you a part of my world without realising anything), it does not make me cynical or harsh about certain emotions that I think will take a lot of time to get back to me again. Its just that unearthing them all over again is not the task that is on my priority list now. The title of the post means a fight or battle. I can well i...
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Digressive Monologues: a new story
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Thursday, March 3, 2011. Children streaming in, joyful and joyless, bags tied to backs. taking their seats, quietly and noisily, waiting for authority to address their curiosity. one, two, three, four. the seconds pass, the minutes fly, the hours inflame their impatience. they are, of course, not sitting anymore. You play games. Come back already. June 24, 2011 at 10:39 AM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Keeper Of The Stars. Momentary Lapse Of Reason.
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meandering recollections: May 2008
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Scanning some of the most important parts of my life which i can talk about. Wednesday, 28 May 2008. Different shapes, different sizes, different colours and more colours and my heart surmises. Looking at those wonderous stuff on the cart, the actual non fiction things that can ride the air and take my messages across layers, wriggling its way higher and higher, with the sun still glinting the effervescent colour, the feeling is incredibly overwhelming. The Balloon man didn’t come today. He sits there wi...
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Digressive Monologues: March 2011
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Thursday, March 3, 2011. Children streaming in, joyful and joyless, bags tied to backs. taking their seats, quietly and noisily, waiting for authority to address their curiosity. one, two, three, four. the seconds pass, the minutes fly, the hours inflame their impatience. they are, of course, not sitting anymore. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Keeper Of The Stars. Momentary Lapse Of Reason.
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Digressive Monologues: February 2010
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Saturday, February 20, 2010. She stared at me and I said Hello. I said Hello and she said Go away never come back please stop pestering me. Everyone is looking at us can we go to your room and talk? I will stay. You pestering idiot. I pestering idiot. You absolute ass. I absolute ass. Don't play with me. You are playing with me. Shut up. Only if you don't tell me to go away again. You little little what are you doing with me? I am staying with you. I don't love you. So you concede? Keeper Of The Stars.
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Digressive Monologues: December 2010
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Sunday, December 19, 2010. Twirling, twirling. magic fingers, or so they say. displacing atoms and creating patterns. twirling. He stumbles out of the library, wielding ancient wisdom. a momentary glance and spin-spin-spin goes his mind-eyes-heart. she's twirling a stick, he's just watching. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Keeper Of The Stars. Momentary Lapse Of Reason. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 2.5 India License.
