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Me and My Muse: Can't Breathe
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Me and My Muse. Me and My Muse. Thursday, January 24, 2008. Green grass, green grass. Where have you gone;. You left me alone. With my crazy switch on. Or did I leave you. Who the hell fired up. And bid good bye. Can't breathe in this body. This life, this mind. Through my stupid day. The guilt of being free. Blessed; unjustly blessed. Knowing what i throw away. It better than the rest. Http:/ arnabpal.blogspot.com. Posted by Arnab Pal @ 7:25 PM. My Tornado is Resting. An Ode to them. When I Was Born.
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Me and My Muse: Excuses
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Me and My Muse. Me and My Muse. Thursday, December 06, 2007. Some other day, some other time. I would have been a hundred times more sensitive. I would have remained passionate. Spent more time with you. Some other day, some other time. I would have fulfilled more dreams. I would have been more charming. Not hesitated to share my feelings. Spoken more poetic words. Some other day, some other time. I would have conquered your fears. I would have held you longer. Gazed into your eyes every single day.
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Me and My Muse: Slight Return (40 bpm)
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Me and My Muse. Me and My Muse. Sunday, June 21, 2009. Slight Return (40 bpm). Posted by Arnab Pal @ 1:39 PM. My best effort after the 3 piece little finger (still crooked) somehow managed to work. Sunday, June 21, 2009 1:43:00 PM. Thursday, January 28, 2010 4:50:00 PM. My Tornado is Resting. An Ode to them. I do not dare to dream. When I Was Born. Who doth fight; Why doth fight. Dynamics of the Winged. Kurt Cobain - A tribute. I Count My Lies. Just another day for me. From Night to Light. Of Wolf and Man.
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Me and My Muse: Wonderful Tonight
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Me and My Muse. Me and My Muse. Monday, July 14, 2008. Its sometime I feel your glance,. And time stopped in a poetic silence. We speak with our sleepless eyes. Drowning in the fumes of idle caresses. I hear a gentle sigh without a kiss. While the world passed us by the night. Http:/ arnabpal.blogspot.com/. Work in progress . Posted by Arnab Pal @ 7:33 PM. My Tornado is Resting. An Ode to them. I do not dare to dream. When I Was Born. Who doth fight; Why doth fight. Dynamics of the Winged. I Count My Lies.
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Me and My Muse: Lost in time
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Me and My Muse. Me and My Muse. Sunday, March 04, 2012. During day I did not. Dusk brought night closer. And I gazed outside the window. You smiled and asked 'Why? I don't recall whether I smiled. But I looked back, unscathed. Into the fanthomless darkness. The engine blew another siren. Foretelling the hour of uncertainty. We remained silent as ever. And the journey continued. No one knows for sure. What happened that night. Or the next morning. But I lost You forever. Posted by Arnab Pal @ 7:38 PM.
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Me and My Muse: Silent Delicacy
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Me and My Muse. Me and My Muse. Tuesday, September 21, 2010. Just found a booming number of hits for RECEME in the past 5 days (2000 hits).The obvious option was to google for receme detect my suspicion. Here is what I found. At least 5 top tech mags have listed/linked-to my project at code project:. Http:/ www.dotnet-news.com/detail.aspx? Http:/ www.elifemagz.com/category/application-software/programming/. Http:/ www.devasp.net/net/search/res/r354712.html. The original posted article resides here:.
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Me and My Muse: Indifference in Solitude
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Me and My Muse. Me and My Muse. Wednesday, July 30, 2008. If we said everything that we wanted to say. And we screamed in delight as the flesh tore away. If we tore out our eyes to begin to see. If we broke the bones of our cages to be free. If our pain and frustration ran like rivers of blood. Damnable doubt washed away in that flood. And life was the same for those constantly judging. Those sad and lost, hopelessly begrudging. What if our very essence was all that remained. Posted by Arnab Pal @ 7:26 PM.
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Me and My Muse: Lonely Eyes
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Me and My Muse. Me and My Muse. Saturday, April 04, 2009. I'm not an oyster. But an empty peanut shell. Carnival girls threw on the ground. And remember it well. When was it last that you laughed? And was I there when you did? Did I sell you the soul. Portrayed in my role. Or the life my persona hid? I try to be me. But sometimes my Me is really a You. And the bubble gum pop you see in my eyes. Is a reflection of lights from the rides. In an attempt to be loved. But how can you love a window. Orkut is 3 ...
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Me and My Muse: Illusion is reality
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Me and My Muse. Me and My Muse. Tuesday, March 06, 2012. But it gives life, propels energy. Or sometimes, lets breathe. In the blissful shroud of ignorance and happiness. In belief thus remains sanity (or a false sense of it). And that is freedom of the heart. For when a soul strikes its course. It knows not why or how, except that it has to. Same for life, we know not the meaning. Or the reason of livelihood;. Of being born, eat, grow and die. All but faith, a credence, a certitude. Maybe that is you!
