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Daughter's Diary: April 2009
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Tuesday, April 28, 2009. Threnody of a bud. Listen to the scream of the bud. Could any see the tiny heart's crud? Birds,Fawns,flowers,lambs bloom. A holy child I' am in a gloom. A blooming bud and naive,. Yet the wise men gifted a churlish heave. My heart torned with a hurricane cleave,. I stood with a throbbing greave. Alas,Alas, no longer a knowledge den,. I scorn from this glen. Ah,i can't hold a quill pen. O Lawmen save me from the den. O Wise men, look at my briny eyes,. For the tyrant wrath i taste.
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Daughter's Diary: February 2009
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Monday, February 23, 2009. To My Cradle.The Perpetual Truth. Would you listen to your daughter’. Who sings from far away,yet who swings close to you? Whose cradle still sways there at your place…. Whose roots and blood remains at your space? Would thyself give the same warmth as before? Embracing with winter breeze&western ghats…. Splashing streams in face…. Soothing eyes with paddy sprawls. Making merry with carnivals and shrines? I flew away with knot …. Still thy lived within mine …. Without leaving a...
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Daughter's Diary: March 2008
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Saturday, March 22, 2008. As the insipid life crawls. The bond of joy swirls and droops. In the throes of life. But the stillness of mind. Keeps the heart alive! Happiness.is a feeling which we get from the mystic bond around us.In our everyday life.we gain something and lose many things.If it is a material loss.we can recoup the same.But what happens if we lose our dear and near ones.or when relation breaks? Our heart bleeds.we moan over the broken relations.Can we redeem those? HEART BREAKS AND THROBS.
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Daughter's Diary: Birthday Wishes!
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Wednesday, February 3, 2010. Gifts fade with passing of time,. Words remain constant with rhyme,. But my heartfelt wishes climb. For your joy,life& prime. Forget a galore hi. Which you never get,. Feel the afew dearly wishes. You are bestowed with. Happy Birthday to You. May the almighty bless you with happiness,health,wealth and wisdom and everything you yearn for. U r lucky, whats best than a lovely poem from a lovely lady :)]. February 3, 2010 at 4:42 AM. And thanks a lot karmanna too. I Love Your Blog.
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Daughter's Diary: The Submit
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Friday, December 3, 2010. An attempt to write instant verses ). The blot in heaps,. The knot in deep,. A lot she weeps,. And in hope she sleeps. In hot she bleeds,. A lot she pleads,. The jot in screeds,. And in rope she sleeps. The present situation of my Motherland). Excellent verse. welcome back. but i didnt understand the last line. in rope she sleeps? December 4, 2010 at 10:14 AM. In rope she sleeps means Rest in Peace.Meaning she submits herself to death. December 4, 2010 at 10:58 AM.
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Daughter's Diary: May 2008
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Sunday, May 11, 2008. In Praise Of A Priceless Posession. A song of dedication. Sung from the heart. Filled with the hopes that. You will listen wherever you are…. Great men and poets has. Sung the beauty of a mother. Iam neither a poet nor a singer. Iam a child who wish. To sing the song of my heart. Is a symbol of. Synonym of sacrifice,. Ocean of love and wishes,. Fusion of care and affection. Sleepless nights of nursing me,. Patience to my prattles and burst outs. Yet concealing the tears in a smile,.
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Daughter's Diary: January 2009
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Monday, January 19, 2009. Man created my being. Thy gifted me with eyes. Man sniffed at me. To gift tiny droplets. Not the tears of joy to double. Tears of sad which never dwindled! I live in this rage cage. Over my mystic cradle. And quest for my identity . I ponder and wonder who& why? No one could answer my who& why? People muse&amuse at me. They sympathize at me. Ah,fails to empathize with me! Often i breathe in hunger. Often favorers shed wonders. I lead a fluky life. For no fault of mine. I never w...
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Daughter's Diary: March 2009
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Tuesday, March 17, 2009. People make entry and exit. In the wonderful journey. At time riders push us. We gaze around seeking. A back up to jog on. Often another fellow traveller. Hold us and lead through out. To reach the destination. PS:This is neither a poem nor a prose. Monday, March 16, 2009. Harvest and crackers came. Reluming the unfaded childhood. Memories of joy,fun and frolic. Good old days bygone forever. Neither I’m a child now. Nor there is fun…. A nectar it was…. Lead puzzles and mystery.
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Daughter's Diary: October 2008
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Wednesday, October 22, 2008. Humanity is lost forever.Do we really feel the ache…or does it make any difference in our thoughts when millions of people suffer from poverty? Do we care when people around us lose their lives in the name of racism&religion? Aren’t we witnessing a degeneration in our value system? A humble act of .Love,Kindness can create a lot of difference.Albeit, we are wrapped by materialism.I wish to conclude this 3WW. This post is based on 3WW. Words being ache,difference and suffer).
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Daughter's Diary: April 2008
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Wednesday, April 23, 2008. Am I a Replica? Am I a replica? Ever since you left us. How can I be yo. Grandma saw you in me,. I was your replica. How can I take your place. When I’m hovered with diffidence? But my mirror muttered. The truth.I'm not! Fill your absence…. No one can take somebody’s. Berth in life…. Friday, April 18, 2008. Harvest and crackers came. Reluming the unfaded childhood. Memories of joy,fun and frolic. Gone are those good old days…. Neither I’m a child now. Nor there is fun….