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imprints on the sands of time: A habitual day..perhaps!
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Imprints on the sands of time. Tuesday, February 24, 2015. A habitual day.perhaps! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Whose path did we cross to come this way? 160;in the blind turn of the road we will never know whom we met for the last time The curling smok. वही चेहरे. In search of the letter. I will distill my senses melt it in the early winter snow and cast it in iron mould of memory to carve a little needle to stitch small . कभी-कभी हम कुछ लोगों को ज&...मैं अपनी महसूस&...The music of variance...
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imprints on the sands of time: January 2015
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Imprints on the sands of time. Tuesday, January 20, 2015. The word survives all. How long is a time of silence? How long its memory? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Whose path did we cross to come this way? 160;in the blind turn of the road we will never know whom we met for the last time The curling smok. वही चेहरे. In search of the letter. I will distill my senses melt it in the early winter snow and cast it in iron mould of memory to carve a little needle to stitch small . कभी-कभी हम क&#...मै&...
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imprints on the sands of time: Where should one look for words?
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Imprints on the sands of time. Sunday, August 9, 2015. Where should one look for words? What kind of stories did they tell each other or where they like mute companions on a long journey just admiring each others’ beauty like a couple who meet for the first time after numerous correspondences, after knowing each other for a long time? What did they do to each other? Did they get to know each other much better or did they leave it for another time? Did that time ever come? 4:00 pm, 24/01/2013. मै...
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imprints on the sands of time: November 2013
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Imprints on the sands of time. Saturday, November 23, 2013. And someday I will. In the murmur of the sun,. Their desire to kiss. The wind, where ashes. Float from the last. When the pages of. The calendar turn, the. Year of my return in the. Cracks of the old home. Where the child in the. Picture refuses to grow. Another song will bid the. Year good bye to the. Dead, another repetition. There is no memory in the wind. I taste the solitude. It's a house with. Many doors, none. A paean of the. मै...
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imprints on the sands of time: February 2015
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Imprints on the sands of time. Tuesday, February 24, 2015. A habitual day.perhaps! Treading down unknown spaces. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Whose path did we cross to come this way? 160;in the blind turn of the road we will never know whom we met for the last time The curling smok. वही चेहरे. In search of the letter. I will distill my senses melt it in the early winter snow and cast it in iron mould of memory to carve a little needle to stitch small . कभी-कभी हम कुछ लोग...मैं अपन&#...The music...
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imprints on the sands of time: Writing a poem
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Imprints on the sands of time. Sunday, August 9, 2015. Writing a poem was rummaging through. Words, looking for them in the discarded thoughts of the. Beggar on the corner of the red light, in the lighting of the. Smoke in an unknown bar at the end of the street, in the. Frowns of a lover with love unfulfilled, in the empty. Meanings of the street sign. Words; look for them in the. Garbage dumps, where people leave them like unsmoked. Tobacco, like an empty bottle after a heavy night of drinks; look.
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imprints on the sands of time: The last harvest
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Imprints on the sands of time. Thursday, March 31, 2011. Whose path did we cross to come this way? In the blind turn of the road. We will never know. Whom we met for the last time. The curling smoke around those. Mist laden valleys have stories to tell. Of you and me. Sitting in the dark night. Stoking the fire of passion. Drying around those lips. Whose flicker were the last words? We will never know in dying memories. Crystallising in the myth of time. We will never know the last leaf to fall. मनो...
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imprints on the sands of time: September 2013
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Imprints on the sands of time. Thursday, September 12, 2013. There are silences we have failed,. Pieces torn from our own hands. Let us not stitch memories to them,. Words cast out of history have no. Archive. Listen to the whimper of the. Night (if you can) and write. A word. Pauses in front of you, let it enter. Your diary, and write. Unravel this. Repetition; your life. Liberate the. Sand from the hour glass, and. Monday, September 9, 2013. And you traveled wide along. The shy stream; memories. सî...
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imprints on the sands of time: treading down unknown spaces...
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Imprints on the sands of time. Tuesday, February 24, 2015. Treading down unknown spaces. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Whose path did we cross to come this way? 160;in the blind turn of the road we will never know whom we met for the last time The curling smok. वही चेहरे. In search of the letter. I will distill my senses melt it in the early winter snow and cast it in iron mould of memory to carve a little needle to stitch small . कभी-कभी हम कुछ लोगों क...मैं अपनी महस...The music of va...
