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Wasted: September 2010
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Its just going to be as easy as life is.and she smirked before disappearing into the dark lane. Thursday, September 30, 2010. Has Toilet Humor Died? Links to this post. Labels: Poems, Pics, Travel, Books Random Thoughts. Thursday, September 16, 2010. Dried flowers have a quality of their own. They suddenly remind us of some forgotten moment we once experienced, the memory of which still lingers, like the remembrances of a lonely sea shore. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Suma's Page | An Expression!! | Page 2
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Skip to primary content. Skip to secondary content. Newer posts →. May 25, 2009. Indian Coffee house is one of the most famous landmarks in Bangalore. Any person from Bangalore who has lived here at least for a couple of years or who is a resident of Bangalore would know about the ‘Indian Coffee House’ MG Road, Bangalore. Though I have lived here in Bangalore all my life, I had never heard about this place before! And also be a part of the history associated with this place and Bangalore! Bangalore was o...
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What's the Poet?: November 2007
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So, WHAT'S THE POINT of WHAT'S THE POET? Sometimes, when words ring true, I am like a lone fox, dancing in the morning dew" Ruskin Bond. Well, for one, it is about release from claustrophobia and stifled words. This is me.my poems, my words, my short-stories, my articles, essays and travelogues. My memories. My life. My words.ringing true. Wednesday, November 7, 2007. Not a poem yet. These are days, and those days were days too,. Divergent, different…separated by a thin but significant line of dew. Runni...
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What's the Poet?: September 2007
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So, WHAT'S THE POINT of WHAT'S THE POET? Sometimes, when words ring true, I am like a lone fox, dancing in the morning dew" Ruskin Bond. Well, for one, it is about release from claustrophobia and stifled words. This is me.my poems, my words, my short-stories, my articles, essays and travelogues. My memories. My life. My words.ringing true. Saturday, September 1, 2007. I heard of a man who lost one of his arms. His pain was such that the world didn’t have enough balms. And then…a miracle happened! 8220;I ...
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What's the Poet?: What silence plays
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So, WHAT'S THE POINT of WHAT'S THE POET? Sometimes, when words ring true, I am like a lone fox, dancing in the morning dew" Ruskin Bond. Well, for one, it is about release from claustrophobia and stifled words. This is me.my poems, my words, my short-stories, my articles, essays and travelogues. My memories. My life. My words.ringing true. Thursday, March 6, 2008. Garrulous insecurity hollers, only ungratified uncertainty speaks,. Transient relationships babble, only an untuned instrument peaks.
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What's the Poet?: Flavors of Different Kinds
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So, WHAT'S THE POINT of WHAT'S THE POET? Sometimes, when words ring true, I am like a lone fox, dancing in the morning dew" Ruskin Bond. Well, for one, it is about release from claustrophobia and stifled words. This is me.my poems, my words, my short-stories, my articles, essays and travelogues. My memories. My life. My words.ringing true. Monday, November 20, 2006. Flavors of Different Kinds. Everyone on that boat was looking forward to something. The boat of life… or the absence of it? 8221; A lesser m...
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What's the Poet?: April 2008
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So, WHAT'S THE POINT of WHAT'S THE POET? Sometimes, when words ring true, I am like a lone fox, dancing in the morning dew" Ruskin Bond. Well, for one, it is about release from claustrophobia and stifled words. This is me.my poems, my words, my short-stories, my articles, essays and travelogues. My memories. My life. My words.ringing true. Monday, April 21, 2008. Sketch me a Poem. 8220;You call yourself an artist? Quit walking in the dark. What are you doing, leading others into a pit? Give me an answer!
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What's the Poet?: To the Wet Woods
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So, WHAT'S THE POINT of WHAT'S THE POET? Sometimes, when words ring true, I am like a lone fox, dancing in the morning dew" Ruskin Bond. Well, for one, it is about release from claustrophobia and stifled words. This is me.my poems, my words, my short-stories, my articles, essays and travelogues. My memories. My life. My words.ringing true. Monday, November 20, 2006. To the Wet Woods. The frog croaks,. The rain trickles down. The wet coconut leaves. The jungle plays a tune,. The cricket sings along. Thank...
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What's the Poet?: January 2008
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So, WHAT'S THE POINT of WHAT'S THE POET? Sometimes, when words ring true, I am like a lone fox, dancing in the morning dew" Ruskin Bond. Well, for one, it is about release from claustrophobia and stifled words. This is me.my poems, my words, my short-stories, my articles, essays and travelogues. My memories. My life. My words.ringing true. Sunday, January 20, 2008. Cats don't talk human? Maybebut I talk cat! Gim showed up a bit sulky,. Her fur was unruly and head was bulky. But who are you talking about?
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What's the Poet?: March 2008
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So, WHAT'S THE POINT of WHAT'S THE POET? Sometimes, when words ring true, I am like a lone fox, dancing in the morning dew" Ruskin Bond. Well, for one, it is about release from claustrophobia and stifled words. This is me.my poems, my words, my short-stories, my articles, essays and travelogues. My memories. My life. My words.ringing true. Thursday, March 6, 2008. Garrulous insecurity hollers, only ungratified uncertainty speaks,. Transient relationships babble, only an untuned instrument peaks.
