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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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I speak like silence.: December 2007
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I speak like silence. Saturday, December 22, 2007. On the mountain peak,. The place of the unkown birds and the hot snow. There lies a filthy soul. Near the banks of the river,. The one they called holy and yet let everything down,. Sits quitely a refused soul. It's then when he calls it:. The waves wahsed away the castles. His dreams were "Sand Dreams". For days he waited for a shoulder,. A shoulder to support his burnt head. The head which had eyes,. That saw the confusions galore. Doors remained shut,.
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I speak like silence.: October 2007
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I speak like silence. Monday, October 29, 2007. The White flag flutters gloriously;. Foe becomes friend;tamed. There is someone waiting miles away,. Waiting inside the hut. Embers burning in a corner. She sits with her knees folded. And he was gone. There were thousands like him. The cartridge was empty. He fought on,. The knife he still had. Burnt bunkers,torn fences,bulleted sand-bags;. The radio did speak:. How ecstatic it mader her;. The eyes did not know;. Her ears had heard. It was ready,. The crow...
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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.: March 2009
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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. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. An article for the man!
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I speak like silence.: November 2007
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I speak like silence. Friday, November 23, 2007. Time of our Lives. There were images on the 76 mm;. There was Zimmerman in the air. There were protests,too;. Repurcussions from miles away,. They played the wrong cards at Writers. The men in Mughal city,. Played the blame game. The folks in the village played with death. They assured peace,. A Rizwanur dies again,. A Nandigram cries again. Its a mutiny,. Thirty years of attrocity,. Burns in a single day of 'inhumaneness'. Another Modi is born,. The lips ...
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I speak like silence.: January 2008
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I speak like silence. Tuesday, January 15, 2008. By night an atheist half believes in God.". The crawler makes its way,. Through the grey road. The darkest of it's kind,. Creates a magic spell on each leaf,. That flutters in the silent wind. The moon shines,. With an unusual glory. It's a glory of mistrust between the two worlds. One that seeks to live and love. The other that fights to seek an existence. The calmness of the night,. Was stolen by the dark envy. An envy that robs the,. The Wiesel guy,.
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I speak like silence.: January 2009
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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.: Did you spend a night?
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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...
