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October 2011 – Ingenue's Tales
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2,438 Have Been Spouted On! Something to chew on. Woman and a Quarter. Here's To Freedom of Expression. Living in an Asylum – Ariyathe. Poisoning Me, Poison In Me. October 20, 2011. October 21, 2011. The bare tree in the barren earth that bore witness to the folly of men was much more visible now. It was a lone pole, standing defiant throughout all these centuries. A flash of lightning and I mistook it for a scythe. Surrounding it were ivory coloured skeletons adorning the dark infertile land...Especiall...
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December 2014 – Ingenue's Tales
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2,438 Have Been Spouted On! Something to chew on. Woman and a Quarter. Here's To Freedom of Expression. Living in an Asylum – Ariyathe. December 25, 2014. This poem is the soul of every Malayali’s nostalgia. I want you to bring back. In those small glasses you can. See his eyes through while you watch. Him pour the tea and the milk in a type of. Neat choreography over the metal. Counter you lean on, and the. Create a free website or blog at WordPress.com.
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June 2011 – Ingenue's Tales
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2,438 Have Been Spouted On! Something to chew on. Woman and a Quarter. Here's To Freedom of Expression. Living in an Asylum – Ariyathe. June 28, 2011. June 28, 2011. Just look at it. Until you were a silhouette. Beckoning to be followed. Caught up with you. Before the ropes did. I still see them. The ropes hanging down,. But, today it will end. Sour reminders to be erased. Yet, I still see you. The ropes were burnt. Then and there it burned. Yet, I still see them. Hanging down the ropes. June 26, 2011.
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Wishlist From Kerala – Ingenue's Tales
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2,438 Have Been Spouted On! Something to chew on. Woman and a Quarter. Here's To Freedom of Expression. Living in an Asylum – Ariyathe. December 25, 2014. This poem is the soul of every Malayali’s nostalgia. I want you to bring back. In those small glasses you can. See his eyes through while you watch. Him pour the tea and the milk in a type of. Neat choreography over the metal. Counter you lean on, and the. Ugly and Somewhat Unapologetic. Enter your comment here. Address never made public).
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March 2011 – Ingenue's Tales
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2,438 Have Been Spouted On! Something to chew on. Woman and a Quarter. Here's To Freedom of Expression. Living in an Asylum – Ariyathe. Rooted to a Page. March 13, 2011. March 16, 2011. Men in suits bustled out with their briefcase and the mandatory City am They were all just faces, faces you’d never see, faces you’d never remember. Mind the closing doors. This train is ready to depart. Keep clear of the closing doors. Maybe, if I had my eyes open I could see the light. Do I dare? Rooted to a Page. I sat...
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May 2011 – Ingenue's Tales
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2,438 Have Been Spouted On! Something to chew on. Woman and a Quarter. Here's To Freedom of Expression. Living in an Asylum – Ariyathe. May 22, 2011. May 23, 2011. Poured out on the floor, splashed on the walls. Dispensed meticulously, not missing a room. She looked around at what once had been her home. Not a moment longer; no longer did she have to dwell here. Grabbing the matches she walked out, leaving everything behind. It was meaningless all this while, living in masked indifference.
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Mythili – Ingenue's Tales
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2,438 Have Been Spouted On! Something to chew on. Woman and a Quarter. Here's To Freedom of Expression. Living in an Asylum – Ariyathe. January 29, 2015. March 21, 2015. She urges to write. She lays out the paper,. Fancy pens of a writer. She expects me to write. I stare at the blank sheet. Starts with the pencil. I smudge the powdery lead across. Mythili, named after Sita. The Princess of Mithila. She is far from the same standing. So they tar her name. Yet, they crave for a touch. A look, a smile.
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July 2012 – Ingenue's Tales
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2,438 Have Been Spouted On! Something to chew on. Woman and a Quarter. Here's To Freedom of Expression. Living in an Asylum – Ariyathe. July 31, 2012. You wouldn’t want to get lost here. Make your choice now, the abyss or life? Niamh, Nana is off to the market! Go with her, please. Voice She walked a few feet ahead of her, dragging along the bags of freshly dug potatoes. As they trudged along the cracked path she heard the rhythmic trot of old George’s cart. She frantically looked for Nana until she saw ...
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September 2012 – Ingenue's Tales
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2,438 Have Been Spouted On! Something to chew on. Woman and a Quarter. Here's To Freedom of Expression. Living in an Asylum – Ariyathe. September 17, 2012. For the want of a story…. How much for the tears? September 13, 2012. That paid her well. Maybe, she will take a cab to the next funeral. How much for the tears? What’s in a Balloon? September 13, 2012. The loss, it would be unbearable. One by one the words floated out. What’s in a Balloon? Blog at WordPress.com.