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sketching bylanes: Gypsy's grumbles
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Tuesday, November 13, 2012. You liked the way kali potka used to resonate inside the neighbourhood houses. You were the only girl with the group of boys who used to burn those loud firecrackers. Baba is a brave man. He taught you to confront fears and overcome the anxieties. You didn't even light up a sparkling stick this time! You miss buying a candle today. A thousand desires such as these. Each worth dying for. Many of them I have realized. Yet I yearn for more. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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sketching bylanes: March 2013
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Wednesday, March 27, 2013. I changed my clothes more than a month back. I wear an ivory white hand-embroidered kameez. Patches of grey have smudged the impressive garb. The sleeves are torn; the buttons fell loose long back. My damp breasts laid exposed. I have fastened the hem with a borrowed-pin. My body exudes a pungent smell;. The curly soiled hair falls before the frightened eyes. I wipe my flowing nose with the arms of my kameez. My bare feet lay on a hot sunburned pitch-black road.
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sketching bylanes: May 2012
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Monday, May 21, 2012. Silence speaks all,. Winds on a seashore. Silence devours us like we eat our souls with noises from our heads. Silence is a fort between two people,. Two inches away from each other. Silence is when eyebrows touch another's arm. And he then drifts to a wandering sleep. Silence is when you count the fan blades and corners of your room. At three in the morning. Silence is when you listen to loves for an afternoon. Without emitting smokes of lost selves. Silence often talks through eyes.
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sketching bylanes: Bliss by the river
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Wednesday, June 18, 2014. Bliss by the river. The Ganges flow before my anaemic eyes. Before it is heaved down by millions of hopes at his door. My aqua guitar strings chords of waterfall by my hairy arms. That will echo in my heart years after I abandon this ecstasy. In search of another new found bliss. Steve's son runs after that grey striped cat which hides behind long chairs of woody grass. It no more wants to play with him and perhaps needs some time alone. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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sketching bylanes: Wind traveller's diary
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How do you see a place when you visit it? Do you take a tour of the 'places to see' and eat at famous joints and shop the natives' manufactures and thus, in a nutshell, try to unravel the place and what it offers? Do you explore the people, watch their daily travails, listen to them as they walk-by you during your strolls in the neighbourhood after dinner? Of course, it’s easier for me to sketch a travel guide of a place that I have experienced in and out. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Bliss by the river.
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sketching bylanes: December 2012
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Thursday, December 27, 2012. Beyond words and walks. Will you wish to meet me again? I was in a trance last night after you left. I held onto you till the pale lights touched my eyes. Lest this new found warmth abandons me in the night's slumber. While trying to understand the madness that seeped into our minds over the years,. We explored our journeys to find the many meanings of life. So much emotion you emitted, yet, you chose your words diligently. Will you wish to meet me again?
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sketching bylanes: Beyond words and walks
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Thursday, December 27, 2012. Beyond words and walks. Will you wish to meet me again? I was in a trance last night after you left. I held onto you till the pale lights touched my eyes. Lest this new found warmth abandons me in the night's slumber. While trying to understand the madness that seeped into our minds over the years,. We explored our journeys to find the many meanings of life. So much emotion you emitted, yet, you chose your words diligently. Will you wish to meet me again?
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sketching bylanes: July 2013
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Wednesday, July 24, 2013. Oil for the lamp of life. The night has just woken up from a long slumber. The wall fences are still gloomy and the roots are all black. The moons are yet to begin their flight from the lover's nest. And the dazzling suns will not penetrate the brown curtains. Till we allow them. We are walking in the dream towards the terminus of warmth. The rhymes and words flow like the narrow, mirrored stream. That flows beneath your house with a cheering note -. The bees feed on nectar.
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sketching bylanes: November 2012
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Tuesday, November 13, 2012. You liked the way kali potka used to resonate inside the neighbourhood houses. You were the only girl with the group of boys who used to burn those loud firecrackers. Baba is a brave man. He taught you to confront fears and overcome the anxieties. You didn't even light up a sparkling stick this time! You miss buying a candle today. A thousand desires such as these. Each worth dying for. Many of them I have realized. Yet I yearn for more. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
