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dewdrop and Leaves: next few miles....

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Friday, June 12, 2009. I wonder about your laughter and your stars. About your father and mother. And how you might look when you’re sad. I want to hear you whisper to me. As if hiding yourself. From me and you. Why dontcha go on. And tell me all about. Your favorite state lines. And faith in the next few miles. Bookmark this post :. Another one of your beautiful poems. :) How are you my friend? Hope youre having a terrific weekend. :). Lifes sweets and spices. June 12, 2009 at 10:55 PM. Hey , thanks mam.

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dewdrop and Leaves: here

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Saturday, October 24, 2009. Bookmark this post :. Its jus like sayin im fine wen u re relle not close to bein ok. I dint get the women n friends wala line tho. October 24, 2009 at 3:32 PM. This is so true n apt title to d post.its right HERE! October 24, 2009 at 7:17 PM. The line that u didnt get is kinda complicated. October 25, 2009 at 12:51 AM. Thanks bro. :). It is right HERE.everything and nothing. October 25, 2009 at 12:52 AM. You mean that your life is like a cycle which repeats again and again?

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dewdrop and Leaves: sweetest drop

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Sunday, June 7, 2009. The smallest and sweetest drop. On the very top. As breeze greets hair on beach. We propel through time. Inside an original Possessing calcareous shell swirled. That notify each adjacent instant. The sweetest drop blown off the top. Hits the dust and. Becomes callous and rugged. Losing itself for the pleasures of the earth. I think i know. Have figured it out at last. Forgiving others helps in forgives yourself. It’s worldwide floral, honey aroma. Blowing off the very top. Ok some s...

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dewdrop and Leaves: eyelashes

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Friday, May 1, 2009. Have you ever heard. The sound of eyelashes cutting through the air. Leave me shy and stupid. Wondering where she came from. Bookmark this post :. She came to knock off ur defenses. May 1, 2009 at 8:28 PM. I hope she knows she did. ;D. May 1, 2009 at 8:58 PM. SHE', the power that makes me dumb, that blinds me. She is the air that I live on, the food for my thoughts. She leaves me defenseless,She my life. She who was my life. Hope you get her back again dude. :). May 1, 2009 at 9:09 PM.

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dewdrop and Leaves: thought

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Saturday, October 17, 2009. Waters are thick ,. I am swimming through . Lost in life and all ,. And mansions made by hand of mind . Which is greater the need for more or lack of satisfaction. Bookmark this post :. October 17, 2009 at 9:44 PM. Thanks bro . u got this the way it was meant to be. Like the answer :) gr8 way . October 17, 2009 at 11:32 PM. You left no choice for people who are content in life! Hmnnhowever, well-written dude! October 18, 2009 at 6:57 AM. Illusioned confusion aint it? So much s...

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Well wishers | It's my wedding after all!

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It's my wedding after all! 8230;I have to have the last word! June 24, 2009 at 11:16 am · Filed under Uncategorized. Now, now the it IS a wedding after all! So I have to have the usual in flow of well wishers calling me with. well. their wishes. But one friend of my mother’s was entirely different. She called me over for dinner! 8220;Lets celebrate your good news over some rocking Dosa-sambar! 8221; She said failing miserably at sounding even a second younger than her fifty five glorious years. I hate.

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dark rain, gothic enigma..: Silent Conversations

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Dark rain, gothic enigma. Saturday, August 27, 2011. After what felt like eons, he finally held her hand. Gently at first, just the tip of his fingers caressing her fingers. Gradually, with every puff of his cigarette, his hold on her hand became more assured. And they sat like that, for what seemed like hours. And all this while, she tried to read his eyes, read his heart. She saw a deep happiness there. and something else she could not understand. Labels: stories to tell. August 29, 2011 at 12:33 PM.

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dewdrop and Leaves: pile of pain

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Thursday, April 9, 2009. Love never met love here. At last the storm came. Eager hate engulfed him. He uttered a long piercing cry. Maybe it was of pain or of fear. He struggled to find a way. To wash this pile of pain. As the drops fall. He walks towards the edge. Lookin down and smiling,. The depth seemed satisfying. Labels: pile of pain. Bookmark this post :. Beautiful and very poignant! April 9, 2009 at 10:58 PM. Dat was poignant,deep. April 9, 2009 at 11:40 PM. Keep writing. Spread the voice. It is ...

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dark rain, gothic enigma..: ♥ Away ♥

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Dark rain, gothic enigma. Friday, January 4, 2013. 9829; Away ♥. How many masks am I supposed to bear. Where do I go from here? Due to certain reasons, I am away from Bombay. Away from him. Away from my cup of lassi. Away from the warmth of my green throw. Away from the goofy grin of my schizophrenic plush tiger. Away from lazy afternoons. Far, far away from his hugs. The companionable silence over the evening tea. The shared laughter during an episode of Supernatural. The knowledge that he is there.