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My Scribbling Space
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My Scribbling Space.a place where I just put down whatever I think.I feel.its' quite random most of the times! And thats the way it is.random, but genuine. Tuesday, January 19, 2010. Dark sunshine, rusted gold. Layered stories,waiting to unfold. Missing links,chained thoughts. What IFs,what IF NOTs. White, black or grey,. But someone has to say. Say it out and say it loud,. Raise the head and face the crowd. January 26, 2010 1:38 PM. Happened to stumble across your blog during an afternoon of blog-hopping.
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My Scribbling Space: December 2009
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My Scribbling Space.a place where I just put down whatever I think.I feel.its' quite random most of the times! And thats the way it is.random, but genuine. Saturday, December 26, 2009. The sunny afternoon on a cold day,. The chilly wind makes her sway,. She sways with her thoughts,. And the thoughts sway with the wait,. Waiting for the wind to stop,. And the winter holding the sunshine in a lock,. Locking the warmth forever,. Locking the life of trees as never,. How many winters will it take?
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My Scribbling Space: September 2009
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My Scribbling Space.a place where I just put down whatever I think.I feel.its' quite random most of the times! And thats the way it is.random, but genuine. Friday, September 04, 2009. Smiles to start,. Sobs in between,. A paining heart,. Tips of fingers,. Am I gonna die? All by myself.without you,. Blood comes rushing,. In my head,. Prompt me ahead,. Will I go or will I stay,. Come along to find which way. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Abhi: my dayz with myself.
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My Scribbling Space: November 2009
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My Scribbling Space.a place where I just put down whatever I think.I feel.its' quite random most of the times! And thats the way it is.random, but genuine. Friday, November 06, 2009. Dew drop in the sunlight,. Drops forming rains, showing their might,. Drop in the eye, about to fall…. The held drop that says it all…. People fighting for that drop to drink,. Farmer staring in the sky sans a wink,. Drops together rising in a tide,. Life running around finding a place to hide…. Wake up and hold the drop,.
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My Scribbling Space: March 2011
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My Scribbling Space.a place where I just put down whatever I think.I feel.its' quite random most of the times! And thats the way it is.random, but genuine. Wednesday, March 23, 2011. Shoulders brushed and glances exchanged.something felt strange; but there was no time to think it through.had to finish up so many things before catching the flight late night. What are you guys thinking! Can't we ants have some fun for a change! Girl with the yellow balloon. Girl with the yellow balloon,. White ribbons and ...
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My Scribbling Space: July 2009
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My Scribbling Space.a place where I just put down whatever I think.I feel.its' quite random most of the times! And thats the way it is.random, but genuine. Thursday, July 23, 2009. When was the last time the world saw me,. When was the last time I was felt,. When was the last time I was wanted,. When was the last time I was dealt. I stay there, waiting to be seen,. Waiting to be felt,. Waiting to be wanted,. And waiting to be dealt. I am the tear in your eye,. That never kissed your cheeks.
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My Scribbling Space: March 2010
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My Scribbling Space.a place where I just put down whatever I think.I feel.its' quite random most of the times! And thats the way it is.random, but genuine. Monday, March 15, 2010. Ruthless questions and a blank mind. Crossing the fingers, untying the knots. Balloon in the air,on that mysterious journey. Strings of guitar and notes turning up,melodies in the making. Have I heard that song before? I guess I have. He sang it for me. Have I been on that journey ever? I guess I have. He walked along with me.
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My Scribbling Space: random ones....
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My Scribbling Space.a place where I just put down whatever I think.I feel.its' quite random most of the times! And thats the way it is.random, but genuine. Wednesday, March 23, 2011. Shoulders brushed and glances exchanged.something felt strange; but there was no time to think it through.had to finish up so many things before catching the flight late night. What are you guys thinking! Can't we ants have some fun for a change! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile.
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My Scribbling Space: February 2010
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My Scribbling Space.a place where I just put down whatever I think.I feel.its' quite random most of the times! And thats the way it is.random, but genuine. Friday, February 19, 2010. Diamonds, Rubies, Emeralds and Pearls,. Chocolate Cakes n' Icecream Swirls,. Gift boxes square n' round,. So many in the hiding, waiting to be found,. Games n' Prizes,Friends in all sizes,. Whatta B'day bash it used to be! Life so easy, mind so free,. Take me back, I want more. Relive the moment and grab a score!
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My Scribbling Space: October 2009
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My Scribbling Space.a place where I just put down whatever I think.I feel.its' quite random most of the times! And thats the way it is.random, but genuine. Tuesday, October 27, 2009. This one was a combo of me and Jags. Can you fly high holding your roots? Maybe you can, if your dreams have wings,. And these roots of stone spread the deepest cracks,. In parched groundholding for ever the dream of fruit,. And in those deepest of cracks, lie the deepest of wounds,. That'll never see the light of the day.
