It’s been some time. I haven’t posted in ages. Thinking about it brings numerous topics to my mind. I can write about things which have caught my attention for different reasons. But something that I would like to share, which is interesting as it is worthwhile is my trip to Shiva Samudram falls near Bangalore.
The [...]
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You beautiful devil,
Where were you all these days?
Seen so many days,…day coming in and going out like leaves being cast off by tired boughs.
Never seen an instant in a thousand days as when I spend minutes into hours with you.
As though I were unborn and born unto each minute with you, is but a feeling.
Drops [...]
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Let it be, for it is not yours to start with.
Let it be, for you are not alone.
Let it be, for you do not understand.
Let it be, for we were never there.
Let it be, for it is how ’twas meant to be.
Let it be.
Blackness in the air and people with their hearts pulled out. Fetid [...]
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Twilight zone and breeze in the air. Breeze gains strength to rustle the leaves. Steady hum in the air. The heat recedes from the clutches of the day which is dying by the minute. Life lays still for a brief whistle from the trees.
Leaves are touched by threads, woven in knots by distant thoughts. Form [...]
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Wrinkles on the snow,
T’is but an instant,
Ephermeral as the dew,
Like drops which escape the ledge,
Diaphanous as thoughts,
Close to my heart,
The tongue speaks and the ears listen,
What could be sweeter?
Than the mirth tht u spread??? (Preethi,….)
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Drizzle in the air.
Ululations in the landscape.
Wood crackling in the hearth.
Booze in my veins.
Like iron being worked in a furnace,…ideas are born.
I speak and forget at the same time.
Two to tango, but one to live.
Thick scent of blood, sure is thicker than water.
Mind is free and the shroud of life is but a thin veil.
Wander [...]
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Smell of beer in my mug,
Mug is empty and none around,
The beats are but echoes in my wires,
Dark in the fore,
Legs astride and my hands akimbo,
Aware of the hours and the mist of Gold,
Matter of time before shadows become life.
Breathe,…breathe,…
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