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Musings of an ordinary soul: May 2007
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Musings of an ordinary soul. Tuesday, May 22, 2007. ONE SCORE YEARS AND FOUR. A few weeks from now, I would have completed my 24th revolution around the sun. The earth will once again position itself, exactly at that point on the ellipse, where it was at my birth- in poetic symbolism of life. I was born in the wee hours of a monsoon morning, the seasonal rain greeted me with a melancholy tune. I was born at quarter to three- Clock hands with outstretched arms greeted me on arrival. The nurse too might ha...
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Musings of an ordinary soul: ONE SCORE YEARS AND FOUR
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Musings of an ordinary soul. Tuesday, May 22, 2007. ONE SCORE YEARS AND FOUR. A few weeks from now, I would have completed my 24th revolution around the sun. The earth will once again position itself, exactly at that point on the ellipse, where it was at my birth- in poetic symbolism of life. I was born in the wee hours of a monsoon morning, the seasonal rain greeted me with a melancholy tune. I was born at quarter to three- Clock hands with outstretched arms greeted me on arrival. The nurse too might ha...
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Poetry: June 2008
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Thursday, June 19, 2008. The curse of the mocking bird. On a full moon night,. I heard a foolish bird. Reign in song,thinking. It to be dawn. I laughed at its foolishness. On a star rich night. I heard her song. A starless moonless night. Alone in bed and in tears,. And the foolish bird. Never mock a mocking bird. An ugly pea hen-. Little did it know,. King of its feathers,. The spindle of its sex appeal;. Of my life science. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. View my main blog.
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Poetry: April 2008
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Thursday, April 17, 2008. As the venom is the antidote. For a vipers sting,. Come love, and explore my being. Give me both love and love-bites. Twist, crawl and climb. I’ve left unfastened. My body, soul and soul-lessness. Sting at my wounds. Tear of the tendons, the muscles. And gnaw my bones. Hold me captive,. Captivated in the sweetness. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). The search for an answer to the meaning of life is yet to cease. View my complete profile. View my main blog.
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Poetry: Vagabonds of the Sky
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Tuesday, March 4, 2008. Vagabonds of the Sky. Lone bird of the night sky,. Aimless in your pursuits. As though drunk, swaggering. Lost in silence , apprehending. Surveying a sleeping world, from skies above. Why else, antics so hilarious? Roam the skies,. For what are kith and kin. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The search for an answer to the meaning of life is yet to cease. View my complete profile. View my main blog. Vagabonds of the Sky. Grief In Times Of Rain.
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Poetry: The Peacock's Dance
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Thursday, June 19, 2008. An ugly pea hen-. Little did it know,. King of its feathers,. The spindle of its sex appeal;. Of my life science. I was looking up information on pourquois for my Language Arts project and somehow stumbled across this, and I'm happy I did. :) It was a great poem, with delicate imagery and a comical twist at the end. Thanks for making my day. :D. October 4, 2008 at 5:08 AM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The search for an answer to the meaning of life is yet to cease.
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Poetry: Heart Burns
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Tuesday, March 4, 2008. Burns, heart burns. A heart that burns. And there’s the coal of love. From which it burns. Fan the kiln,. The flames must rise,. In the warmth of your fire. In remorse, I lie. Blood, red blood,. All around I spy. In search of love. Did death, I find? Or craving for death,. In love , my heart abide? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The search for an answer to the meaning of life is yet to cease. View my complete profile. View my main blog. Vagabonds of the Sky.
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Poetry: March 2008
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Monday, March 10, 2008. I want to be that piece of incense,. Burning, Burning ……. For you each morn. And dear, when you set me afire. Do it without regrets. May I sublimate, content,. To have been your scent. Tuesday, March 4, 2008. For being the burden in your womb. And for the stretch marks around your navel. For being the snake that sucked you dry,. The labor pains , that lay futile. I was the prodigal son. When siblings rose high. Pardon me, mother. I never forgave you. Burns, heart burns. How beauti...
