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A Vagabond's Soliloquy: Winter
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Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more; it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury Signifying nothing. WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE (Macbeth). Wednesday, January 6, 2010. I never understood these mute chasms. Which separate us in this hopeless exile. These shadows cast by the fire in our hearts. Many long winters have passed and. Yet I brandish this forgotten childhood. Like a talisman to ward off evil. In this misty rain.
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A Vagabond's Soliloquy: November 2009
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Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more; it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury Signifying nothing. WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE (Macbeth). Saturday, November 14, 2009. Beloved, this dying day is no different. Like muted gongs, this child of the stony night. Promises no sound of rain. How many more lives. Do we offer on this hungry altar that knows no prayer? How many deaths do we die like withered spirits? And my mother s...
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A Vagabond's Soliloquy: August 2009
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Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more; it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury Signifying nothing. WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE (Macbeth). Sunday, August 9, 2009. Hungry Strings hug my heavy feet. White Toe Nail, Love. Hysterical grunts, Muted screams. My Blue Eyed Love. Who sits at the edge. Of a broken chair. In her blue, green eyes. To taste it later. My blue eyed love. Tuesday, August 4, 2009. Of what was once.
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A JAJABOR IS A VAGABOND. A VAGABOND MIND IS A JAJABORI MON. Friday, April 24, 2009. The Other Voices International Project. Volume 34, 2008]. Read some other poems:. For Nilikesh da, Shot Dead. Would I Be A Poet Still. A History of Violence. The Rains Come from Behind the Curtains. Love has a way of happening. On the afternoon sands. The Dibong was on fire. And I, my Kaneng,. Was on fire too. When you let fall. At my feet,. For coolness in the shadow. And I was scorched. You did nothing to help.
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A JAJABOR IS A VAGABOND. A VAGABOND MIND IS A JAJABORI MON. Sunday, January 15, 2006. For the love of Assam and Assamese Literature, I have been:. CONSULTING EDITOR, ASSAMESE LITERATURE with Muse India. A literary e-journal showcasing Indian writings in English and in English translation. This is what I have been doing professionally:. CONSULTANT (NORTHEAST INDIAN MEDIA) with Open Source Center, American Center, New Delhi. CONSULTANT (NEW MEDIA) with National Geographic Channel, India. City As Setting: R...
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A JAJABOR IS A VAGABOND. A VAGABOND MIND IS A JAJABORI MON. Thursday, October 23, 2008. Sometimes Poetry is Written in Blood. Read some other poems:. For Nilikesh da, Shot Dead. Would I Be A Poet Still. A History of Violence. The Rains Come from Behind the Curtains. Love has a way of happening. I have been fascinated with the. Concept since the time I was with National Geographic Channel, India, and I got to have a preview of the film before it was aired. So when I came across. A man lived and a man died.
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A JAJABOR IS A VAGABOND. A VAGABOND MIND IS A JAJABORI MON. Thursday, September 20, 2007. SOMETIMES I ALSO WRITE POETRY MYSELF. Http:/ www.ilurapress.com/E3-Sample.htm. Read some other poems:. For Nilikesh da, Shot Dead. Would I Be A Poet Still. A History of Violence. The Rains Come from Behind the Curtains. Love has a way of happening. The world will end. Blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. Black pigeon feather stuck to her chin. What is her prophecy today? No prophecy today, she only laughs.
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jajabori-mon: Conflict and Reconciliation: The Politics of Ethnicity in Assam
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A JAJABOR IS A VAGABOND. A VAGABOND MIND IS A JAJABORI MON. Tuesday, September 10, 2013. Conflict and Reconciliation: The Politics of Ethnicity in Assam. My book Conflict and Reconciliation: The Politics of Ethnicity in Assam. Has just been published by Routledge India. Goswami, Uddipana. 2013. Conflict and Reconciliation: The Politics of Ethnicity in Assam. New Delhi and London: Routledge. Posted by Uddipana Goswami. Tuesday, September 10, 2013. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Guwahati Of My Mind.
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A JAJABOR IS A VAGABOND. A VAGABOND MIND IS A JAJABORI MON. Tuesday, February 10, 2009. Terror and Urban Apathy. For those who could not read the earlier, more emotive Axamiya version: Burnt Flesh and. Meanwhile, what has been happening to the ‘mainstream' – whatever its definition? Posted by Uddipana Goswami. Tuesday, February 10, 2009. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Terror and Urban Apathy(For those who could not re. The Question of Assamese Identity. Been ponde. You might also want to visit.
