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Your's truly: The Zephyr
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Tuesday, September 2, 2014. The sun woke me up with a brotherly hug,. Birds seemed to chatter more,. The wind had a leisurely stroll,. Hand in hand with the pine and spruce. I think I should speak now. They all quietly whispered to me,. Be quiet now, enjoy the moment! I whispered back, "Why? Taking their own sweet time,. I was again told, "Be still", I listened. The Lilies nodded as if in unison,. To the sweet fragrances of cherries and lime. The shadow of the poplars,. The softness of tall grass,.
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Your's truly: दोस्त (Hindi)
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Sunday, March 31, 2013. दोस्त (Hindi). शर्माता हुआ. कर देता मेरा. फिराता. गुस्से. चिल्लाता. भेड़िये. कहानियों. पिटारा. मैं ना जानू कहाँ. पर हमेशा लौट के मेरे पास ही आता. सुनाता है. ही कहानियाँ. आँखों. अंधेरे. रेहता मेरे ही अन्दर. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Lewis hamilton hate club". Http:/ www.lewishamiltonsucks.com/. There was an error in this gadget. Ma Fav. blogs. Gud ol' days. :).
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Your's truly: One year since....26/11
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Sunday, December 20, 2009. One year since.26/11. Every Indian knows what he/she was doing when they first heard the news break-out on national TV. For a moment i didnt believe her and then heard the the unmistakable voice of Deepak Chaurasia, loud and clear, emanating from my TV set in the living room, covering the attacks for Aaj Tak. Dad, who was at the National hockey camp in New Delhi, also got repeated safety alerts from mom. Failure of Indian Intelligence:. Indian intelligence failed on may fronts ...
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Your's truly: Melancholia
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Saturday, May 12, 2012. Welcome to Melancholia,. Where the skies are ever grey,. An enchanting place where the shrubs grow wild,. A place where wind cries perpetual dismay. Feel your heart sink down,. As the night and day become one,. And see the souls of your past float around the moon and sun,. Don't come in with a heavy heart", reads a warning,. For you may have been forgiven, but respites are none. We know you are two people,. Remember all the things you wanted to do and say,. Also remember how,.
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Your's truly: Rage
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Thursday, February 13, 2014. When 'everything' isn't good enough,. And silent flows the rage,. Embers continue to smolder,. Though the inferno came of age. This rage, both vague and conspicuous,. Benevolent and mean,. Unselfish and self seeking,. This rage is not hate,. It stems from your intense yearning. As I sit gazing out the window,. Hoping to never see you again,. The rage is what tells me this elixir is the plague,. Hence i'm writing this, after it's too late,. When 'everything' isn't good enough,.
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Your's truly: The Tree
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Tuesday, July 21, 2015. In the middle of the rainforest,. Stands a lone tree, proud and tall,. With naked branched reaching up,. Waiting to be seen by all. As if asking for forgiveness. From the thunder god,. For a long lost sin that. The world easily forgot. As it proudly remembers the days of old,. Those mighty fires and biting cold,. Still in his heart, hiding the nests and burrows,. While the distant cousins were cut and sold. Now having all it's greatness stripped,. The leaves, the bark, the fruits.
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Your's truly: A Funny Song About a Funny Man
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Monday, January 4, 2010. A Funny Song About a Funny Man. The joker silently stands still in the rain,. Drenched from head to toe,. Looking around for someone. The paint running loose, he wipes his face,. Up in the far east, dawn nears,. He's happy, no one's around. How can anyone see him like this,. He puts a grin back on, before he's found. The joker smiles in the rain, he tried very hard today. The audience was receptive, lights good. There was a lot of self-humor involved. He had the audience in splits.
