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January 2013 ~ Cause for a Cause

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Cause for a Cause. When steam lifts the whistle. Saturday, January 26, 2013. Is the Vishwaroopam Anger Justified? The voice of the few Muslims that rippled across the nation, gigantic enough to influence the no-nonsense Chief Minister of Tamil Nadu, Mrs Jayalalitha to ban the screening of the movie Vishwaroopam/Vishwaroop is to be duly recorded. I would call it the moment of Double Standards. One cliché I can never find to let go. I am dying to watch the movie, simply because of all the hype around it.

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nomphlets: January 2011

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Absolut Randomness of the highest degree. Imagination and creativity at an arbit length and for an arbit purpose. Tuesday, January 4, 2011. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Life, a game. One level at a time. View my complete profile. Cause for a Cause. Cybathlon - Future Now! Chicago - An invasion of Stimuli. There was a stark blue stark. Sitting on the edge . This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.

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Verse Form: War and Peace

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As memories wither, they seed new thoughts. This is me, planting before they lose their souls. Or lets put it this way. Wednesday, September 19, 2012. A reddish orange glow skimmed over the surface,. A tinge of green between interspaced. Smooth frothy waves flew off the surface like a disturbed jelly. It was signs of an evening sea. A shade of darkness followed the setting sun. And subduing to its heaviness, the. Sun took its daily dip in the sea. The sailor watched life going about in circles. Man loves...

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nomphlets: April 2010

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Absolut Randomness of the highest degree. Imagination and creativity at an arbit length and for an arbit purpose. Saturday, April 17, 2010. Art thou mystic endeavors worth something now? Shall I not smile hearty at the fall of the Great King? Aye, Howbeit, thou shalt taste blood lief! Shed thou weed and parley with thine lord for thou hast blaspheme! I shall mind not of the plans plotted time per se. Neither shalt thou bother what that shall meet. I doth not know what lays yonside.". Monday, April 5, 2010.

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Absolut Randomness of the highest degree. Imagination and creativity at an arbit length and for an arbit purpose. Tuesday, January 4, 2011. Life, a game. One level at a time. View my complete profile. Cause for a Cause. Cybathlon - Future Now! Chicago - An invasion of Stimuli. There was a stark blue stark. Sitting on the edge . This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License. Awesome Inc. theme. Powered by Blogger.

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Verse Form: February 2010

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As memories wither, they seed new thoughts. This is me, planting before they lose their souls. Or lets put it this way. Wednesday, February 17, 2010. Dreadful Dry throatless Wind,. Shivering through the window sill;. Gazing beyond the misplaced canvas,. Edging on vision behind;. Only hope, seeing you, way beyond. All the living carcasses betwixt;. Neat fold of love kicking forth. Thought and feel to Sense ;. Adding on a touch of Joy,. A touch of HappyNess;. The DAY nears by day,. Backdoor shows a lot,.

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Verse Form: April 2015

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As memories wither, they seed new thoughts. This is me, planting before they lose their souls. Or lets put it this way. Thursday, April 30, 2015. The Lady in White. There is a quiet angel waiting in white. She watches, patiently, quietly. A robe of pure white, she remains. Like a lotus in a sea of colours. There is a shade of grey. It grows as we do. A simple law doesn’t exist. Ifs, buts, thens and whens do! They take you by the scoop. And turn you upside down, face first. There is a shade of grey. A nev...

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Verse Form: January 2015

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As memories wither, they seed new thoughts. This is me, planting before they lose their souls. Or lets put it this way. Tuesday, January 27, 2015. What is Home, but an abstract sense,. Hovering like the whiff of cinnamon. What is Home, but the ruddy anchor,. Etched in one stagnant era of time. What is Home, but the portrait of love,. As the faces of my blood ease in to the darkness. What is Home, but bed warmed for you. Laid out, awaiting the return of the local king,. What is Home, but memories,.

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Verse Form: September 2012

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As memories wither, they seed new thoughts. This is me, planting before they lose their souls. Or lets put it this way. Wednesday, September 19, 2012. A reddish orange glow skimmed over the surface,. A tinge of green between interspaced. Smooth frothy waves flew off the surface like a disturbed jelly. It was signs of an evening sea. A shade of darkness followed the setting sun. And subduing to its heaviness, the. Sun took its daily dip in the sea. The sailor watched life going about in circles. Man loves...

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Verse Form: August 2011

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As memories wither, they seed new thoughts. This is me, planting before they lose their souls. Or lets put it this way. Sunday, August 7, 2011. Fit and Fury, Slash and Swipe. The rain thundered by the eerie night,. Hooting catcalls from dreary depths responded,. It was hell’s despair, bouts of Hades spread,. It was night, it had to pass, Sun was much awaited. She stood, dripping, pale and horror stricken,. With years of wedlock’s welter etched on her wrinkles,. Mom she was, wife too. She had a baby soon,...