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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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Metamorphosis: 12/01/2009 - 01/01/2010
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It is a soup bowl containing ideas, plots and events that scintillated my mind and finally evolved into writings. It is a track of my thoughts that metamorphoses constantly . Tuesday, December 01, 2009. Exploring the lust to be nice. Having laid down the facts known, is it religion and culture with its moral teachings or the misfiring of the selfish gene, has been a stellar force in making each and every one of us to be compassionate, helpful and nice to others? My two cents . Links to this post.
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Metamorphosis: 11/01/2009 - 12/01/2009
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It is a soup bowl containing ideas, plots and events that scintillated my mind and finally evolved into writings. It is a track of my thoughts that metamorphoses constantly . Sunday, November 15, 2009. Old hag and I. It was my birthday treat,. My friends promised to be on time. I was racing for time and space in my bike,. Hoping to reach the theatre on time. The time was cut short by incessant rain,. With the narrow interval I got,. I raced in great strides and honks,. When the red light caught upon me,.
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Metamorphosis: 06/01/2008 - 07/01/2008
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It is a soup bowl containing ideas, plots and events that scintillated my mind and finally evolved into writings. It is a track of my thoughts that metamorphoses constantly . Sunday, June 15, 2008. The night I met her . Being, a fresher I am not prepared to face that, yet I was able put up a brave and resilient face towards them and the impending enhancement, actually with butterflies flying in my stomach. But, thankfully I realized that there was no time to think and ponder over the near miss ( Kool!
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Metamorphosis: 05/01/2007 - 06/01/2007
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It is a soup bowl containing ideas, plots and events that scintillated my mind and finally evolved into writings. It is a track of my thoughts that metamorphoses constantly . Monday, May 28, 2007. Goa Album still more . ;) *Click this photo*. Links to this post. Wednesday, May 09, 2007. Goa Pictures . Still more ;). Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). In cyber world . Goa Album still more . ;) *Click this photo*. Goa Pictures . Still more ;). My first kiss . ( As on Neos diary ).
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Metamorphosis: 08/01/2006 - 09/01/2006
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It is a soup bowl containing ideas, plots and events that scintillated my mind and finally evolved into writings. It is a track of my thoughts that metamorphoses constantly . Friday, August 25, 2006. I wish that I die . Karthick inspite of the gale like conditions, managed to utter "How do you feel? I am feeling great,uhuuu", she replied in a shrill voice with her arms high up in the air. Oki Angy,remind me when we near 'Fisherman's Cove', or else I might just miss it! Moaned Rehane from her bed. So you ...
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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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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.