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Naaranga Muttaayi: May 2008
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Wednesday, May 14, 2008. Love, In an Hour. Sunday, May 4, 2008. Was a nymph-like beauty,. Red, Violent, full of love and lust. It was born like an expectation,. Out of memory and conviction. A young man who came running,. Smelled, Kissed, then slowly. Walked back to the. Into a star, with the. Always wet, deep, knowing. And so it lived and lived. Until it decided to die soft;. Petals simply fell out smiling. While petals were still revelling. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Chinnu tries her hand (mouse?
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Naaranga Muttaayi: July 2011
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Saturday, July 23, 2011. The city is a grandmother: love, impropriety and aromas,. Stars dripping from the fringes of insomniac nights,. And the vertigo of unfurling stories,. That invariably lead towards her deepest chambers. Where the dead awaits,. Like the drifting shadows of poetry. Embalmed in the impotence of chartered silence. That is ritually sliced, in a giggle,. A smooch, and shared chocolate bars. Rows of children in uniforms, pencils and notebooks,. From being spurned into a virtual space-.
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Naaranga Muttaayi: The Doll
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Wednesday, August 26, 2009. She could not be sure. And then suddenly a very late revelation, a zephyr of calm, caressed her as she blinked at the light that she finally succeeded in discovering at the other distant end. Wonder where she got it from though.” And they lived happily ever after. I found this site using [url=http:/ google.com]google.com[/url] And i want to thank you for your work. You have done really very good site. Great work, great site! November 9, 2009 at 1:49 AM. June 2, 2011 at 2:41 AM.
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Naaranga Muttaayi: January 2008
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Saturday, January 19, 2008. As we went together, yet another time. On a butterfly bus, towards fire,. To visit the mirage of a dusty library. And the enigma of a temple beyond gods,. Beaming at our wings invisible, I. Turned towards you, to tell you nothing,. Because the voice around would'nt. Let you hear me, and the conversation. Somehow continued in a butterfly kiss. A butterfly kiss is when you flutter your eyelashes on the other person's cheek:). Saturday, January 12, 2008. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Naaranga Muttaayi: December 2007
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Wednesday, December 5, 2007. I come from a home. That does not believe in remembrances,. From one that breathes reminiscences. You barged into my life at a time. When I had started to think on paper;. Sprouted in me, like a moonlit dream. Of love on Manasarovar. Sprinkling into me epiphanies of transcendence. You took me by hand into your past,. In to a fairytale that tempted me to forget mine,. As they were attempting to transfigure my life. Into a confused whirlpool of sleazy death;. Exotic.as he is.
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Naaranga Muttaayi: October 2008
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Wednesday, October 15, 2008. I want to fly. On a fair winged horse. To the depths of a blue world. Where domiciles are eternal. On dark, dark nimbus clouds. From where they merge with. The earth, sinuous and electrified,. Drop after drop of love,. To die and live in death. The enigma of our Decembers. I want to coup. On a fair winged horse. To the depths of a blue world. Where intimacy is eternal. Inside puny musical conches. Carrying within them my world. Haunted, Complacent, Invincible,.
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Naaranga Muttaayi: The Journey Toward
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Saturday, July 23, 2011. The city is a grandmother: love, impropriety and aromas,. Stars dripping from the fringes of insomniac nights,. And the vertigo of unfurling stories,. That invariably lead towards her deepest chambers. Where the dead awaits,. Like the drifting shadows of poetry. Embalmed in the impotence of chartered silence. That is ritually sliced, in a giggle,. A smooch, and shared chocolate bars. Rows of children in uniforms, pencils and notebooks,. From being spurned into a virtual space-.
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Naaranga Muttaayi: June 2009
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Thursday, June 11, 2009. Life, with all its hues,. Endowed me with all its secrets. Years took me through forests,. Sometimes green and sometimes black. And after a decade of slumber, or reticence,. I found myself a princess. In a little glass palace. Guarded by a guild, the guile people. Someone, I noticed, was hesitating. At my threshold;. A prince with a rose. Somebody whispered that he was God. I knew how to trust, consequently,. He was invited, surprisingly he came. He was thrown out while I slept.
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Naaranga Muttaayi: August 2009
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Wednesday, August 26, 2009. She could not be sure. And then suddenly a very late revelation, a zephyr of calm, caressed her as she blinked at the light that she finally succeeded in discovering at the other distant end. Wonder where she got it from though.” And they lived happily ever after. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Chinnu tries her hand (mouse? We shared our Naarangamuttaayi with. Exotic.as he is. An outcome of boring classes:). Photo blog.kichu's long time passion. View my complete profile.
