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Stumbling Strokes: City Trains II
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Monday, 25 May 2015. Between where I came from. And where I am going. A chink in time. Like whether we are really headed somewhere. Oh mighty metallic centipede. 25 May 2015 at 14:41. Nice piece. is there a part 3. 7 June 2015 at 23:03. Not yet. But you never know. Local trains trigger so many thoughts. 25 May 2015 at 17:02. This feels so true ya! Like such moments have occurred umteen number of times and ironical still as solitary moments come forth amid so much chaos. :). 7 June 2015 at 23:02. मु...
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Stumbling Strokes: December 2014
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Monday, 29 December 2014. Bent weary over the sink. Hoping it would fall out. In a murky pool of spit. A many spotted toad. Crouching in my chest. Saturday, 27 December 2014. Burning amber in the mud. A passed down book. With pages as soft. She curled her toes inward. Like little tortoise heads. The old rag picker. Scraping off a slab of gold. Of the church pianist. Changed each note a little. Mum’s scorched hands. Covered in white flour. Corners of her sad smile. Smeared on my hand. The spare time stuff.
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Stumbling Strokes: Dwindling Words
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Wednesday, 4 February 2015. There was a time when there was no room for silence. Words poured one after another in a frenzy. Now, do you sense like me. That they are dwindling? Filled mostly with sighs. But not all happy? 5 February 2015 at 19:59. Soo crisp and succinct . WORDLESS! 10 February 2015 at 19:36. 12 February 2015 at 14:03. I didn’t know you studied at Xaviers! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. अनूप सेठी. अक्तूबर 2016 में छपे *च&...The spare time stuff. The quarter...
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Stumbling Strokes: June 2015
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Friday, 12 June 2015. In the early morning. When not even the sun had paid this hill town a visit. I woke up to mountains. That were a soft molten blue. Not rock solid with sharp peaks or edges. But gentle in form. And fluid in stance. Almost like calm waves formed on the surface of a benevolent sea. The tips of snow rising above the rest like the foaming heads of the incoming tide. While the smaller hills. Bowed low in reverence. I traced their lines from this side of the window. Did I not just see.
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Stumbling Strokes: Dalhousie Dawn
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Friday, 12 June 2015. In the early morning. When not even the sun had paid this hill town a visit. I woke up to mountains. That were a soft molten blue. Not rock solid with sharp peaks or edges. But gentle in form. And fluid in stance. Almost like calm waves formed on the surface of a benevolent sea. The tips of snow rising above the rest like the foaming heads of the incoming tide. While the smaller hills. Bowed low in reverence. I traced their lines from this side of the window. Did I not just see.
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Stumbling Strokes: Amma
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Thursday, 12 March 2015. It has not sunk in yet. Just that, there is a silence. Where there was once a voice. An absence in a room. Still messy with her odd things. And all those memories. They are hung suspended. Like photographs dangling in a dark room. Dim But full of stories. Let me pick one at a time. And go over each one. As slowly as I can. We fought a lot. Usually, over the television remote. She lay on the cane sofa, and I dumped myself over her legs. She needed a human press for her...One of he...
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Stumbling Strokes: Basant
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Friday, 30 January 2015. 18th century Himachal Pradesh,. Is a bunch of kites. Dancing in the wind. By the playful breeze. Of heaven and earth. Look how they find. A moment of ecstasy. To dance their happy dance. 31 January 2015 at 00:22. Just what a nice poem. just loved it :). 10 February 2015 at 19:37. 31 January 2015 at 20:11. That is a beautiful poem. 10 February 2015 at 19:37. 3 February 2015 at 12:42. Have you ever thought of writing/co-writing a novel? 10 February 2015 at 19:38. Day at the Studio.
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Stumbling Strokes: City Trains
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Saturday, 2 May 2015. Are we really headed somewhere? Oh mighty metallic centipede. Or are we merely. Shuttling back and forth. Like an abandoned broken toy? 3 May 2015 at 15:56. 18 May 2015 at 20:52. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. अनूप सेठी. पुरस्कृत कविता. The spare time stuff. A sketch after a long time. The quarter of looping warbled garbled warped time. सुमनिका. नज़रिए में तब्दीली करना ज़रूरी है. Watermark template. Powered by Blogger.
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Stumbling Strokes: March 2015
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Thursday, 12 March 2015. It has not sunk in yet. Just that, there is a silence. Where there was once a voice. An absence in a room. Still messy with her odd things. And all those memories. They are hung suspended. Like photographs dangling in a dark room. Dim But full of stories. Let me pick one at a time. And go over each one. As slowly as I can. We fought a lot. Usually, over the television remote. She lay on the cane sofa, and I dumped myself over her legs. She needed a human press for her...One of he...
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Stumbling Strokes: April 2015
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Wednesday, 15 April 2015. A Rare Catalogue of A Merchant of Lights. A quivering fluorescence of a firefly. Once trapped in a child’s palm. Let go into the sky. A drop of a heavenly highlight. Bounced off from a lover’s cheek. An aged paper lantern. Turned saggy-soft over the years. No longer a winter white. Glowing a creamy-buttery glow. And an unsteady pool of torchlight. Still making its way through. An endless midnight rail track. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. आज गुरì...
