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..a pensieve..: Life moves on. Without you.
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Sunday, November 04, 2012. Life moves on. Without you. It was one final good bye. about two months ago. At that time I was so unsure about this. I never thought we could pull it off. I could pull it off. August 31. our last evening together. Oh boy. what fun we had till wee hours of the morning. That one night when you didn't let me sleep. and. I didn't stop. 9835; ♫ ". Would you believe me when I tell you. you're the queen of my heart. Love Buzz, Nirvana. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Chintan's Th...
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Aesthetic Blasphemy: Hall of Fame!
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A million little things. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Recently on Aesthetic Blasphemy. Aesthetic Blasphemy Book Reviews Feed. Book Review - Ours are the streets. Image: Ours are the streets Book Cover] Imtiaz Raina is a young man, born and brought up in England (Sheffield) by his Pakistani parents. He is a young hu. The joke is on Me. Image: I brough you flours (pun)] There was a pun-joke I came across a couple of days back. I got it today! You know you are a mess when you suddenly star.
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..a pensieve..: Defining Fiction...
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Friday, April 15, 2011. Fiction is just an escape that was invented by people who wanted their real life to be less strange than it usually is. invented by people who couldn't accept the harsh reality that life brought with it. invented by people who always wanted to be heard and were ashamed to share what life actually had got them. invented by people who were running from themselves. Listening to. No one is to blame by Howard Jones. Sometimes. as negative. most of the time as positive. ;). Is licensed ...
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Morning lit (2) | The BFG
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March 30, 2011 in Poem. Dust is in the sun-beams losing float. Don’t shut the blinds, your skin is still. In the light slivers. There’s a fear here,. Of microscopes and telescopes. Put to bare eyes not. Finding much to make something. Thoughts still grope for dreams. Lose themselves amongst labels. Comments feed for this article. April 6, 2011 at 10:36 am. I love the reality of this written with so much insight into human nature. April 10, 2011 at 1:10 pm. April 6, 2011 at 10:59 am. Really good poem....
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Sandcastles of Our Minds | My Blog
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Just another WordPress.com site. Thursday Poets Rally Award. Van Gogh ‘s Starring Role →. Sandcastles of Our Minds. May 19, 2011. We erected sand castles on the shore. I designed them and you painstakingly formed them. Into edifices complete with turrets, flags, and moats. We even won the contest for the most authentic. Now the only castles we build are in our imaginations. You don’t even recognize your queen anymore and I. Am sad at the ravages that alzheimers has afflicted my king. Smiles, happy rally.
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Ode to Pacific | My Blog
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Just another WordPress.com site. PERFECT POET AWARD →. May 4, 2011. Are you aware of your scope and sway,. That the moon controls your destiny? High tide, low, or waning,. She sets the limit of your boundary. For centuries man continued to aspire,. To ride your waves to unknown shores. Times you spew him like dragon’s fire,. Others you cradle him like a babe. Poets forever speak of your beauty,. Sonnets formed for you alone. Romances blossom along your side,. To be washed away before the dawn. May 7, 201...
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..a pensieve..: One Day..
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Saturday, December 17, 2011. It was a lovely Sunday morning in the cold winters of Delhi. They woke up in each others arms, each caressing the other with the intangible and impeccable love they adorned. They held to each other as if this morning would never come to an end. held tight to not let the other go. for after having a wonderful time together in last two years. it's time for them to part. Nice to hear, hopefully it turns out to be a bliss for both and they re-connect in future. Kuch Karke Jana Hai.
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Forgotten Memories: Lets fly away
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There is a time loneliness sets in, not from the people around me but from the ones inside me. Those are the moments I seek the pleasure of writing, and some of the pieces find their way into this collection. Lets fly away, you and me,. Without the fear,. Of our wings being slashed off. Lets go for a journey,. In the world of shooting stars,. That leave in their wake,. A trail of melancholy. Lets shed our tears in space,. Where they float forever, like bubbles. Never to return again. Of trucks and horns,.
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Forgotten Memories: Siri, My love
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There is a time loneliness sets in, not from the people around me but from the ones inside me. Those are the moments I seek the pleasure of writing, and some of the pieces find their way into this collection. Siri, My love. I don't really know how it started in the firsst place. Perhaps it was the realization that all the guys I have seriously admired are either second leads in stories or bloggers in the virtual world, that too, science students! Siri does not wake you up unless you ask her to- You can b...
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brainstorm | ceci n'est pas une blog.
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Ceci n'est pas une blog. The sometimes poetic ramblings of a berry in the wild. For Bluebell Books Poetry Slam Week 3. Move in like ground troops. Controlling my sky,. And fight for their space,. But the darkness scurries in. There is no room for light,. No place for the comfort of blue,. Nowhere to run but into the storm. My muscles tense and i wonder. If will it all consume me,. Like the sky threatens to do. With each growing growl of thunder. Jun 30, 2011. Come on in,. We love your creativity/talent.
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