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zozem: Two Muses
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Slices of life and pieces of thought. Friday, June 20, 2014. The two are so un-alike it’s hard to believe they are sisters. They share the same father but their mothers are different. Pi Fangi, [i]. No amount of poking and prodding will make her talk or respond to you in any way. But then, I’m now wondering. Maybe, just maybe…. A good witch in a Mizo folktale. A small creature who refuses to look at the sun in a Mizo folktale. November 17, 2014 at 9:14 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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zozem: March 2013
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Slices of life and pieces of thought. Friday, March 8, 2013. Wild flower of Mizoram. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Snacks for the Soul. In the hall of the Mountain King. My cup runneth over. Wild flower of Mizoram. I believe this life on earth is not the best nor the worst; that the next life we lead depends on the choices we make and the steps we take now. View my complete profile.
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zozem: wild flower of Mizoram
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Slices of life and pieces of thought. Friday, March 8, 2013. Wild flower of Mizoram. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Snacks for the Soul. In the hall of the Mountain King. My cup runneth over. Wild flower of Mizoram. I believe this life on earth is not the best nor the worst; that the next life we lead depends on the choices we make and the steps we take now. View my complete profile.
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zozem: in the garden
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Slices of life and pieces of thought. Monday, April 9, 2012. Morning stars’ song. Heaven’s symphony;. Hearts in tune clap. There in the garden. We embraced the serpent. Shut out heaven’s song. Muddied the pool;. Serpent’s foul breath clouded,. Dying of serpent bite. Trapped in cracked mirror. In the garden of Eden. how could we? April 16, 2012 at 3:17 AM. Very Nice, You are a pretty good Blogger and I also add your feed in hunt for some extra posts. Escorts in Chennai. April 30, 2012 at 5:46 AM.
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zozem: July 2011
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Slices of life and pieces of thought. Friday, July 29, 2011. Chicago, i am drunk. Daisies spread out in. Lost wealth and home. And chicago, i am drunk. Friday, July 22, 2011. Mumbai, you did not mother me. Nor were we neighbours ever. Coming to live with you. Wasn’t my choice either. When i arrived you didn’t welcome. Though the reception, i like to think. You are a grand but not uppity lady. Expansive in an impersonal way. Some call you ‘soulless’. But that isn’t fair;. Too overworked to be.
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zozem: fountain
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Slices of life and pieces of thought. Thursday, April 10, 2014. April is the cruelest month”*. All the land is parched. The wells have gone dry. Waiting for heaven’s sign. Ah, love,. What can I give you. Out of my emptiness? What can you give me. Out of your emptiness? There’s a fountain. Come, let’s drink deep. TS Eliot’s The Waste Land. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Snacks for the Soul. In the hall of the Mountain King. My cup runneth over. View my complete profile.
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zozem: March 2012
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Slices of life and pieces of thought. Wednesday, March 14, 2012. There’s this e-literary journal that also has a page called ‘your space’ where anyone can post their works. At one stage, the poets there were doing limericks. On one of those, i commented that limericks are delightful to read but too much of a challenge to write. There was once an old girl gone frenetic. She was anxious to write her first limerick;. So she tried and she tried. Till she hopelessly cried,. And alas, she became an eccentric!
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zozem: August 2011
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Slices of life and pieces of thought. Thursday, August 18, 2011. In middle of muddled dream. Truncated by alarm’s scream. You open bleary eyes. To yet dark new day. You turn upon the bed. To give a kick start. A mug of black coffee. You draw the curtains back. Look out on grey dawn. Mad rush race against time. For few quiet moments. Catch a glimpse of. Thursday, August 11, 2011. Wild flowers on wayside. Invite a closer look. But at 120 kmph. The speed of older men). Must we move so fast?
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zozem: Chhinlung
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Slices of life and pieces of thought. Thursday, November 14, 2013. That’s where I came from: a cave of stone with. Jagged edges, its belly dark and dank; joined to. Earth’s boiling bowels. One day, they say, out of this cave. Our ancestors emerged; out they marched. In groups, tribe by tribe. First came the Sailo tribe, with bearing proud. Their faces grim, set with intent to reign,. That will no resistance brook. The Luseis came in sight, their lordly stride. And genial mien a courtly role portend.
