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d avenue: November 2010
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November 28, 2010. Piercing through a sea of faces,. Eyes that hit a sullen heart,. Mellow down in a flushing rain;. Of soft notations and mysterious somethings. Seated across a barricade of power,. They darted forth in cruel recklessness,. Driving up an untouched veneer to the pinnacle,. Of unknown pleasures and unfamiliar trepidations. Blinded by the single slight,. One crept into dreamy fogginess. With throbbing thoughts from a single encounter,. Of enigma, of flawless madness. July 25, 2010. Quality ...
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d avenue: June 2010
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June 21, 2010. Explosion on Information Superhighway! In the process of development of a story or a report or even a blog post for that matter, constant dips into research updates and information sources becomes in. Internet invaded somewhere around that time and access to anything and almost every. Thing became extremely easy. Book report? There were ready made ones that were available. Papers on Management concepts like Shamrock Organization? 8217; or ‘Good day! While spam emails and chat pop ups, many...
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d avenue: Eyes
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November 28, 2010. Piercing through a sea of faces,. Eyes that hit a sullen heart,. Mellow down in a flushing rain;. Of soft notations and mysterious somethings. Seated across a barricade of power,. They darted forth in cruel recklessness,. Driving up an untouched veneer to the pinnacle,. Of unknown pleasures and unfamiliar trepidations. Blinded by the single slight,. One crept into dreamy fogginess. With throbbing thoughts from a single encounter,. Of enigma, of flawless madness. July 25, 2010.
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d avenue: February 2008
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February 16, 2008. Pariahs in homeland,. Don’t have luxuries;. To live with what was their clan,. To sweat and toil towards an adopted land. Giving up native fringes to alight,. In the company of a convivial next door. A tyranny unleashed,. To blind minds these monsters feed,. Hopes of a virtual self-. Of illusory offers,. 8216;Our language, our land,. 8217; they scream,. Stifling a weak moan,. Of the one who mistook. A neighbor to be his own. A weakling now,. The settler is seldom heard. Feb 16, 2008).
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d avenue: March 2009
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March 17, 2009. A scheming world sneers,. At the psychopath’s grumpy glory,. When he wakes to delusional clarions. And walks on rose strewn paths. He was once full of light,. Hope lit him with lively wisdom,. His dreams were multi colored,. Friends envied his triumphant glee. One by one they consumed,. All dreams that ever showed themselves,. Negating his self, the trusted extinguished. Every trace of confidence that ever was. Suddenly, the world around seemed grey,. Cold gaze replaced what was once soft,.
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d avenue: April 2008
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April 03, 2008. Wandering above the dismissive gradient,. A quirk stumbled my mind:. Would I ever sense the scent. Of layers I lay behind? Revealing a shovel of thought. I started mind’s unforgiving dynamo,. Lubricant of reason fought. Rusty ego covering many a woe. Brushing aside the dusty inroads,. Where rationality and logic reigned. And showered many welcoming odes;. Not the target, still my lips openly feigned. Somewhere I heard a frail melody;. In the dark alley of the subconscious, I reckoned.
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d avenue: Faith and Fraility
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November 10, 2011. Strange are the expectations of life. The world evidenced expects faith from the lot;. On that which is unseen, unheard of. Intangibility craves for believers; and turns earthwards. What I give is what I show – or so it goes;. Belief’s a tricky playpen, a maze even;. I’ve been running a race for long. But at every turn – a dark blind alley, it’s been. 8220;Show me the source; I’ll lend you my belief,” it promises. But who believes these words – not even a believer! November 10, 2011.
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d avenue: Masquerade
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February 12, 2012. Slowly, involuntarily I slip down-. Into the abyss of unconsciousness. Cognisance erased, a masquerade takes over;. Smiling at a blur of a seemingly human surface. A mask so tight; moved mountains to get it off,. The unrelenting wretch smirked as I tried away. Too late in the day did I realize,. Life is but a masquerade all the way. Don’t trust a happy face, for it lies;. Through gentle glances and warm smiles. A camouflage it is; through which joy it betrays. For a long, long stay.
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d avenue: January 2009
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January 21, 2009. Of Obama and Slumdogs. In the past few days news channels have been busy reporting landmark events prompting ardent followers to break into a song and dance routine or hallelujah! I did not know that term before) Is it necessary to show the dirty side of the country, let alone the city? And so on. It is almost like right after the applause for a grand performance, one is trying to pull out the wig of an opera singer for being too ragged! January 21, 2009. Labels: Of Obama and Slumdogs.
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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.
