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Blabbering
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Wednesday, October 24, 2007. A monk asked Joshu,. I have just entered this monastery. I beg you, Master,. Please give me instructions.". Have you eaten your rice gruel yet? The monk answered,. Yes, I have.". Then wash your bowls.". Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I was just updating my orkut profile when i thought of updating some of the most memorable(to me) quotes Ive heard(being addressed to m. And the credit goes to. A monk asked Joshu, I have just entered this monastery. I beg you, Master, p...
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Blabbering
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Thursday, January 5, 2012. Bone, Sinews, Flesh, Nerve, Skin. But an empty shell. That was once Man. A clock without a clockmaker-. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I was just updating my orkut profile when i thought of updating some of the most memorable(to me) quotes Ive heard(being addressed to m. And the credit goes to. Well, it was because of her pestering (rather constant pestering) that I decided to start publishing in my blog.she almost force. A Transition from Pessimistic to Optimistic. I try ...
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Blabbering: A Transition from Pessimistic to Optimistic
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Friday, November 16, 2007. A Transition from Pessimistic to Optimistic. I try to look through the clouds. Into the skies beyond. Where the sun is shining. In his majestic glory. I can't. I've been avoiding. The sun for so long. That I now remember not. What he looked like. I keep trying nevertheless. I try, perhaps for the first time. To nurse my wounds. Old, some dating back to eons. Festering, kept open by my own self;. Now they are hard to heal. I try, nonetheless. I had smiled, too often,. I try, wit...
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Blabbering: Adieu
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Thursday, November 15, 2007. Standing on the seashore. Looking at the obscure stars. The waves wash away. My footprints on the sand;. The sun inches towards dawn. I look at the sea. Endless. For me as well as those who succeed me. Soon, the day will wipe out any trace. That this night ever existed. Only the dew on the grass, and my memories. This was my poem for the college yearbook. You write well. the perfect words. November 19, 2007 at 10:40 AM. You contributed to year book? And the credit goes to.
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Blabbering: And the credit goes to.....
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Friday, September 21, 2007. And the credit goes to. Well, it was because of her pestering (rather constant pestering) that I decided to start publishing in my blog.she almost forced me to publish one of my poems that I showed to her(Office). A little of it goes to Ipshita as well(Borkakati) for it was her and Harini's blogs that also gave me some inspiration to start posting! So, here's a toast to the two of you! PS: Harini, where's my treat? Im touched. Treat me. I wont treat you. :D. Or is it just me?
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Blabbering: Overwhelmed
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Wednesday, April 28, 2010. I try, with all my strength. As my helpless eyes watch on). To pull free- to no avail. The fiery red cloud above. Mocks at me with his cruel laughter. I struggle, to free the chains. That bind me to the rocky ground. I succed only in spilling my own blood. That trickle onto the undead earth below. As the thunder lashes out: The scrouge of evil! Incapacitated, I watch on, in despair:. Unable to heal the past or protect the present. Or to save the future. And the credit goes to.
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Blabbering: November 2012
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Tuesday, November 27, 2012. Sometimes I feel you are the only chain. Holding me back to sanity. The dreams of tomorrow at the end of the world. The warrior’s strongest weapon: not his sword but his heart. A ray of warmth in the coldest, darkest winter. But the most important things in the world are also the most overlooked. And so I walk, a blind man. The light of life illuminating my way. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). And the credit goes to. A monk asked Joshu, I have just entered this monastery. I be...
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Blabbering
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Thursday, June 17, 2010. The rush of blood. Pumping into my head. Makes me feel good. On the stupid marks. Until they start to grow red. From the blood oozing out. Of the frayed end of my fingers. I throw a laugh. A shrill, empty one. I know soon I'll cry. And then the steak knife. Will curve the mark. At a place still uncorrupted. With the scar tissue. My pills all lie. Mixed with my weed. In a corner of my bed. Where Megan Fox often sits. And sipping my Johnny Walker. The one I used. I have a wash basin.
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Blabbering: Life@BITS
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Wednesday, April 28, 2010. This is a poem I wrote on my last months stay in college). The sunlight through my window. Reaches out to my dreamy eyes:. Time to start afresh. Full of hope, I get up. And walk to the door. Ready to face the day. What does it have in store for me? The heat sears through my body and soul. Tired and weary, I drag myself on. Hopes tormented, desires crushed. This is not what I had asked for in the morning. Still I push on, more from Instinct than from reason;. A mirage of love in...
