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I speak like silence. Thursday, March 26, 2009. I lost my poem,. I wish I never find it,. Things of blue-black origin. Search for it,. I lost my poem. It is just not coming,. Not even when I wriggle my insides,. Not even when I rack my senses. Lines are cliched,. Love is not over,. This probably ends here. Spaces and corners,. Are filled with,. Emptiness is filled with,. All I never knew,. Is what I do not. Friday, January 2, 2009. They talk of people, shivering beside the ring,. My wish is a waste.

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I speak like silence. Thursday, March 26, 2009. I lost my poem,. I wish I never find it,. Things of blue-black origin. Search for it,. I lost my poem. It is just not coming,. Not even when I wriggle my insides,. Not even when I rack my senses. Lines are cliched,. Love is not over,. This probably ends here. Spaces and corners,. Are filled with,. Emptiness is filled with,. All I never knew,. Is what I do not. Friday, January 2, 2009. They talk of people, shivering beside the ring,. My wish is a waste.

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I speak like silence.: Rememberance

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I speak like silence. Wednesday, October 15, 2008. Who do you love,. When you remember that the stars which. Rain on the black void? Do you think of the white paddy fields,. Let me tell you woman,. I have seen nylon bullets. Why must you live then? Why must not you cry? Do you still please the Rabbi? Sing to him,. Songs of Rumi and love? Whom do you think of,. When he the Rabbi declares himself,. To be the,. And, then explores you. Don't you hate,. Your sadist uncle for once? He who sold you to him,.

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I speak like silence.: October 2008

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I speak like silence. Friday, October 17, 2008. Did you spend a night? Art courtesy Shriparna Sarkar. A friend, an artist and an ordinary oddball). At arms distance,. My spirit waves its. Licks his fake nose. It is his Dylan's harmonica. Why do you hide in a clown,. Do you think of old tales. And weep in your gin glass? Smell with that red. My clown is my disguise,. My balms are for you. To grow on you. Why don't I see. The paint on your face? The convalescences I cooked. The massage I gave. My attire is...

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I speak like silence.: Riddles.

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I speak like silence. Friday, January 2, 2009. They talk of people, shivering beside the ring,. With liquids in their hand. I wonder whether any stars will fall today. My wish is a waste. I know your hideous shadows,. Just like Master Humour knows Twain. I move with my avant-garde thoughts,. Knowing it's difference and progression. May be that's why the moon seems to be a smirking ghost,. Who shrinks as the witch sulks. If you want an epilogue,. Go to the masters. As young men,. Do when they die. His son...

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I speak like silence.: Flight of the High Priestesses

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I speak like silence. Wednesday, June 18, 2008. Flight of the High Priestesses. Runs to the red valley. Antimony in her hand,. Blood stains on her long flowing robes. She has fled from the bleeding ship,. Which lied wrecked on a pregnant sea. The broken bridge that flowed over the,. The water called sacred. In the stone wonder,. The image stands still. Back in the blueness,. The silvery images of fleeting moisture,. The surreal thought,. Drunk with the fruit of the clouds and the air;. Da bst linez bein:.

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I speak like silence.: July 2008

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I speak like silence. Thursday, July 3, 2008. Ressurection of the Musical Ghost. With a guitar,. Between his legs;. Where do you put your lips? He puts them on the lip of the hour glass. Red star dimly diminishes,. Becomes the white land. And the hour glass shatters on the string less guitar. The sandy wind blows over the silky magic. And the lovers part under it,. To sing two songs. And then the harmonica,. Bleeds on the iron violin. Cigarettes and cocaine,. My harp has become sane. Produce the lover,.

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~RatioNaL iNs@niTy~: June 2011

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Walking backwards. the boulevard of no dreams what so ever. Wednesday, June 15, 2011. A frequency that refuses to match all others. What brings one to a stop. The Truth, The whole truth and nothing. What comes and goes, and leaves all others aside. Statements and reverie. What comes of it. Evolution to make it better. What comes of it is far worse than ever imagined. Clustered reactions that make no difference to. Further bruised if you think of it. Saying it walks- it ran. You and I seized to exist.

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Walking backwards. the boulevard of no dreams what so ever. Friday, April 29, 2011. A reply to "those lines". Neither here nor there. Nor naive yet no fault. Neither pinned yet plagued. A possibility that will negate. The labyrinths of the mind- all alike. Neither factional nor separated. Blood and bone of an entity. Far away from reality. Neither here nor there. A journey throughout despair. Are you a mystery or just a mind game? Will you reveal or deceive? Neither friend nor foe. But what of hopes?

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~RatioNaL iNs@niTy~: May 2011

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Walking backwards. the boulevard of no dreams what so ever. Saturday, May 28, 2011. How longingness for happiness turns to fear. How one takes a look at the world from a window once where they dreamed of happiness. A rain washed afternoon turns into a shower of memories that evening. The sun peaked once. As longingness cries in a corner, lightening consoles memories. That home was ours. those moments are now frozen in time. As one looks back and a tear unknowingly makes it way. Roles begin to reverse.

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Its when you believe..: Caught in the dark

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Its when you believe. Are made possible. When words can form, when dreams can take a flight, when miracles can happen. This blog and its content comes from a place within me which is one such miracle. I hope you will like my work and it'll help you smile. Friday, 13 July 2012. Caught in the dark. Grumbling clouds and vein-like sparks. Whistling wind and rain drop marks. In the distant street, a dog, a bark. The sound of an owl, a noise so dark. The tweet of the bird, the squeak of the tire. Darkness is p...

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Its when you believe..: The 'S' in Sufi..

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Its when you believe. Are made possible. When words can form, when dreams can take a flight, when miracles can happen. This blog and its content comes from a place within me which is one such miracle. I hope you will like my work and it'll help you smile. Sunday, 29 July 2012. The 'S' in Sufi. He bowled me over. I gave myself totally. Fell into the profundity. And never came back. His forty rules took care of me. And never let me go. Encouraging me to look within. A good man complains of no one;.

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~RatioNaL iNs@niTy~: A reply to "those lines"

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Walking backwards. the boulevard of no dreams what so ever. Friday, April 29, 2011. A reply to "those lines". Neither here nor there. Nor naive yet no fault. Neither pinned yet plagued. A possibility that will negate. The labyrinths of the mind- all alike. Neither factional nor separated. Blood and bone of an entity. Far away from reality. Neither here nor there. A journey throughout despair. Are you a mystery or just a mind game? Will you reveal or deceive? Neither friend nor foe. But what of hopes?

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Its when you believe..: September 2007

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Its when you believe. Are made possible. When words can form, when dreams can take a flight, when miracles can happen. This blog and its content comes from a place within me which is one such miracle. I hope you will like my work and it'll help you smile. Thursday, 27 September 2007. Love is more than just thre words murmered before bedtime.love is sustained by action,a pattern of devotion in the things we do for each other everyday.". It is us who get. It is us who sweat. Our pain and our plight. Rollin...

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Its when you believe..: February 2008

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Its when you believe. Are made possible. When words can form, when dreams can take a flight, when miracles can happen. This blog and its content comes from a place within me which is one such miracle. I hope you will like my work and it'll help you smile. Monday, 25 February 2008. A place far away. But they pierce too. I just wana run away. One day i want to live. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Other Posts Over Time. A Cup of Chai. I speak like silence. Rolling in sugar dust.

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Its when you believe..: Unexplored.

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Its when you believe. Are made possible. When words can form, when dreams can take a flight, when miracles can happen. This blog and its content comes from a place within me which is one such miracle. I hope you will like my work and it'll help you smile. Friday, 13 July 2012. Safe not secure within an alcove. At everyone down below. Total mess and a rage. Behind bars its been. Now out in the open. Finally out of the cage. Its wild and its murderous. Out to slay everything. That bars its way.

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I speak like silence.

I speak like silence. Thursday, March 26, 2009. I lost my poem,. I wish I never find it,. Things of blue-black origin. Search for it,. I lost my poem. It is just not coming,. Not even when I wriggle my insides,. Not even when I rack my senses. Lines are cliched,. Love is not over,. This probably ends here. Spaces and corners,. Are filled with,. Emptiness is filled with,. All I never knew,. Is what I do not. Friday, January 2, 2009. They talk of people, shivering beside the ring,. My wish is a waste.

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