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An account of loving | ...Until then.
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March 22, 2013. An account of loving. Filed under: Poetic Me. 8212; rukhiya @ 1:38 am. He asked to and I heard. His heart, first from the left. Then from the right. Painfully craning such that. The heaviness of my head. Then I began to count. Sheep as heart sounds,. White, long-haired,. Jumping over a square fence. Breathing his scent,. Molecule by dying molecule, thought;. Much more than love;. We demand of one another,. One, long, uninterrupted dream. Finished with smooth rounded corners.
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Everyday rescue manual | ...Until then.
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December 14, 2012. Filed under: Poetic Me. 8212; rukhiya @ 2:13 am. With light as little as that filtering through paper, discern a face lighted just that much. Spare the Zenith. A pair of hands and feet, general human attributes. The background of a waterfall. Begin dreaming. Do not open eyes unless you must begin anew. Consider what you recall – the places, the people and how you looked. There is no method in making tea. Consider that. Laugh Touch with familiarity. Acquaint your skin with strangene...
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verdura...: August 2010
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Friday, August 27, 2010. The silences in between. 8220;I’ll just be back.”. She stopped midway into her packing, grabbed a duppatta and rushed out. Her roommate had hardly enough time to react. She came to room A-4 and stared at the door. Two hand prints stared back at her. One blue, big and sprawling, and another orange, a little smaller and a little distorted. The two thumbs overlapped each other. She hesitated and then knocked. 8220;Come in.it’s not locked.”. Is it even available? 8220;sigh. But k...
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Two points, to make a circle | ...Until then.
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April 15, 2013. Two points, to make a circle. Filed under: Poetic Me. 8212; rukhiya @ 9:58 pm. Yesterday, someone filled a bowl. What does it mean? Somebody, spent an afternoon. Going over the fence. Over barbed, curled. Following it as though. Brought it here, to stagnate. Culminating that many travels. I told a kid heading that way-. 8220;You can’t smell them. They smell of nothing. They could take the smell of water, at most.”. She put her face in that vase. Took a long, pink breath. 3 Comments ».
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...Until then. | Page 2
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November 11, 2012. Filed under: Poetic Me. 8212; rukhiya @ 11:01 pm. That the ground between. You and I, buried itself. Without as much a stone. And I thought of all the mud. With traces of my feet and yours. Floating with its life. Stately, in the wisdom. Of being just un-belonged. If we had to reverse this,. We might have to consider. To save each other. The propriety of self. Which left us so suddenly. August 27, 2012. Filed under: Poetic Me. 8212; rukhiya @ 11:57 pm. Would you handle unreason? Like y...
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Ruminations.. | ...Until then.
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Must be a collection of songs/movies/books I ‘ve liked. Prompted by my aging grey cells. I’d better made a log :P. Will add on to it, by and by of course! Leave a Comment ». Feed for comments on this post. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email.
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You are everybody | ...Until then.
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February 16, 2013. 8212; rukhiya @ 1:54 am. Were I to paint sadness. I would begin with a pair of eyes. Not to say sadness requires seeing. Like seeing is not knowing]. You could look,. Long into this pool of faces. Spot the weak one. Search his flattened soul. See, until you know. That is you, in there. Head-light lit eyes,. Trying to cross the road]. And turn to the others. Relieved by the quickness of paint. Drying over an ordinary white paper. Leave a Comment ». Feed for comments on this post.
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And now it has come to | ...Until then.
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November 9, 2013. And now it has come to. Filed under: Poetic Me. 8212; rukhiya @ 10:48 am. Slowly, by the door. I enter the world-. Bare, unending sky. Five layers of atmosphere. 2 Comments ». Comment by Aayushi Mehta. 8212; November 13, 2013 @ 10:38 pm. It’s always a pleasure coming back to yours. :) You should write more often. Comment by Soumya Sinha. 8212; December 1, 2013 @ 8:34 pm. Feed for comments on this post. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Address never made public).
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caca's 360: November 2009
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Monday, November 23, 2009. One of the thoughts that is causing turbulence is that question,. Why am I still hanging around here? Here as in, in this place, with this people and work! Why am I not able to move on? Why am i kind of stuck up? More than the questions, it looks like the answers that are causing more turbulence. answers, are not really answers, but, are raising questions again! Am I that inefficient, ignorant, lazy and what not? How i wish i knew the answer! Why cant I just ignore it? Why cant...
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caca's 360: my ra1n
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Monday, June 28, 2010. Lets make it short. i like it that way. As the character portrayed by ash rai prays,. Oh god, pls dont let my anger die off. Likewise, i pray,. Oh, pls dont put off the fire inside me. Oh, pls dont dilute my feelings against them who spit b* *s* t.(yuck! I hate to say this. but yes, am not liking it at all. There is a raavanan hidden in every raman and there is a raman inside every raavanan". This, in no way, totally, echo my feelings. Thers lot more, still fuming inside.
