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You Had A Hand On Me

November 30, 2009 · 0 comments   30 views

in Poetry

Takes but a drop of outward thought -
In a bit to comprehend the simplicity of such a soul.
Those notes still ring;
The voice that made me feel at home.

Bosom friendship from a soul so great,
Naughty winks from the eyes of depth,
Witty smirks in as a way to cheer -
I have seen them all and have no despair.

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Crossover To The Adversary

October 22, 2009 · 0 comments   18 views

in Photography,Poetry

Deserted myself; blew up into the smoke,
Drowned in liquor; walked out of all ties,
Tied to posts and hung from the cliff;
Gasped for drown; vomited dragon.

Made more alone; walked out of body,
Flew off the ground; hit the clouds,
Blasted through the mountains,
Burnt into ashes; destroyed in oblivion.

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Love and Crush

Articles

Someone asked me what is the fundamental difference between being in ‘Love’ and having a ‘Crush’.

At a young age it is tough to differentiate between these two feelings and the result is always on an unhappy note. However, it is very true that even at later age this difference remains obscure to many.

July 12, 2006 1 comment

Too Lucky To Be Yours

Short Story

As for me, I am a thirty-two year old spinster, living alone in my eleventh floor apartment. And if you too think that I need a physical fitness program, let me tell you that I get enough by beating around the bush, by jumping to conclusions, by going round in circles and by running down [...]

May 1, 2003 0 comments

The Perplexed Choice

Poetry

The peals of laughter seems so spiteful With its sympathetic touch, It is really frightful. Everything in life is cursed. But cursed be life For the birth of such superfluous emotions, Full of redemptions, Spanning beyond the reach Of the tattered and the scattered Grains of torrential curse.

February 22, 2003 0 comments

Another Step Back Ahead

Lyres

You feel the tender should, But it does not when it could. You plan its wean route, It moves not in refute. Peeping through your own eyes, The dream is of wisps of cloud. With wrinkled skins, Feels that things never work out.

October 6, 2002 0 comments