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mis sueños mis historias: November 2009
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Mis sueños mis historias. Sunday, November 22, 2009. I know i said no more posts, but hey when do i ever follow rules? Nor do i pledge sticking to my words.so dont count on me.ok so here goes, another piece on depression. I see an angel in the mist. Smiling at me like a dream. I know its deceptive. Hope is nightmare, always seems. I press my hand on my heart,. Trying to stop it from ripping my soul. Is it trauma, is it misery. Im entering into darkness untold. My angel has broken wings.
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Pages from My Journal.: August 2010
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Pages from My Journal. Stories of a Delusionary Immortality Or.a Quantum Suicide. As i walk down.aisles of Anaon. I Forgive you my friend. Long lasting hatred made. Painful echoes of the end. The epitaph carved on my stone. My poems wasted long ago. The ink and sorrows had dried today. Sinking in oblivion.painful and slow. The pyre calls the shadow again. And burns it with woeful sighs. My shadows sparks and turns to ash. I hate myself for all my lies. Remember me.for i had laughed. 803 Respect a NO.
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Pages from My Journal.: June 2011
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Pages from My Journal. Stories of a Delusionary Immortality Or.a Quantum Suicide. The Moment I was in heaven. While I was in Kaza, Spiti Valley, HP.i really found heaven.and since then.i believe.if there is heaven on earth.try out interior Himachal on a full moon night. I stood in the balcony,. With a glass of poison. Its full moon today. And it looked like a fairy. Waving her wand,. And showering eternity on earth. Dead Silence.in the middle of the night. The heaven seems to have lit up. From ice to ice.
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Pages from My Journal.: August 2012
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Pages from My Journal. Stories of a Delusionary Immortality Or.a Quantum Suicide. Dreams in Shades of Grey. Curling up to form faces. In shades of Grey. And it's shadows dancing on me. The mesonoxian love and all. You say, I dream in shades. My stories all weird and strangely hollow. My poems.so phoney emotional. All shades of grey.or even black. I find myself.with unruly poems. A straight face and a blank stare. I feel lost.sometimes. With no shadowy dreams.a grey smile. Or a white drop of fine sunlight.
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Pages from My Journal.: Before My Poems...
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Pages from My Journal. Stories of a Delusionary Immortality Or.a Quantum Suicide. The future doesnt care for my poetry or your memories. Piling words after words.I've been drawing a hope. A sand castle meant to be washed away by the tides of time. These were for you.dried flowers.and pages of forgotten dreams. These words were meant to drew a world, you could see through your closed eyes. Since the moment when abstract was no longer a word, but our history.our lives. Eternity before it became your goal.
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Pages from My Journal.: December 2012
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Pages from My Journal. Stories of a Delusionary Immortality Or.a Quantum Suicide. With the last breath she told us. You were wrong.you were all wrong". Like a pack of hyenas we pounced on her. Tore her into pieces. Our ugly long nails dug into her flesh. Till her blood covered us. And we rejoiced in joy. Our blood strewn faces gleamed. And we promised.we'd do this again. Till he bathe in the pools of blood. Of our mothers.sisters.and daughters. And then.after devouring the ones. Now that she's gone.
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Pages from My Journal.: April 2011
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Pages from My Journal. Stories of a Delusionary Immortality Or.a Quantum Suicide. A farewell and an apology. Photograph taken by the Author of this Blog. Though it might look like a poem.it is not one.its just something important and beautiful i wanted to convey to all my friends. And as I sat. The sands touched my feet.those sands of time. The cool wind kissed my face. The waves told me tales. The insignificant crowd around me seemed to disappear. Just the voice of the sea.and I was lost again. A Void L...
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Pages from My Journal.: March 2012
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Pages from My Journal. Stories of a Delusionary Immortality Or.a Quantum Suicide. Please click on the image to see an enlarged version. 0 whispers that i heard. Please click on the picture to see an enlarged version. 0 whispers that i heard. Today, I dream less…a bit less than i used to. I try to find god…. I try to find meanings in my words,. Which are long gone. Myself and parts of my soul…. That once twinkled in the sky. So, dont let it go,. Let it flow .like trails of raindrops on my pane.
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Pages from My Journal.: Who Manity
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Pages from My Journal. Stories of a Delusionary Immortality Or.a Quantum Suicide. And the clock ticks away. Patient waiting wanes…. And the bloody show smiles and claps for a finale. And the clock ticks away. Each moment … of a pain so severe. That even death gasps in horror. And the clock ticks away. Humanity claws at innocence ripping it apart. And the clock ticks away. More cries of… “Mother…I want to live”… fills the air. And the clock ticks away. More MEN speaks of justice and peace….
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mis sueños mis historias: September 2009
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Mis sueños mis historias. Monday, September 28, 2009. This is dedicated to all those who believe earth is the almighty! For the rest, just try and believe). Hey there, do u see me here. Do u see the silence I hold. Come close, closer still. There’s a story here to be told. Twenty years its been since. The blood brought forth the rose. Bathed in crimson drops of life. To smile over tears she chose. Slowly waiting to strengthen her core. She walked to see the lights. World celebrating the fall of evil.