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NO HOLDS BARRED: December 2009
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I don't use rules for writing. Always expect the unedited version from me. Wednesday, December 16, 2009. I wonder if there ever was a creator for the very entity that a watch symbolises. Can he manipulate his creation? Did he ever get acknowledged for his creation? Can he repair it if there ever a need arises? Why is there only one model for his design? PS: Inspired by "Who watches the watchmen? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. 9 Questions - Tag. A special Children’s Day.
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NO HOLDS BARRED: The wait for the morning
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I don't use rules for writing. Always expect the unedited version from me. Friday, December 31, 2010. The wait for the morning. I sit here wondering what went wrong,. When I had promised I would make everything right. Next time I would show her I love her more than life itself,. That she is the first person I think of in the morning,. And the last before I go to bed. I sit here wondering what should I say,. When she asks," Do you love me? I love every second we spend time,. And my time worth giving.".
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NO HOLDS BARRED: November 2009
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I don't use rules for writing. Always expect the unedited version from me. Tuesday, November 10, 2009. The Wrong side of Right. I wonder if what my parents told me were true. Am I being punished for not following God's plan? How would I know what God's plan is? I don't even know if any God exists or not. What is the definition of God? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. The Wrong side of Right. 9 Questions - Tag. A special Children’s Day. THE PATH TOWARDS NORTH.
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NO HOLDS BARRED: September 2008
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I don't use rules for writing. Always expect the unedited version from me. Saturday, September 13, 2008. Delineation of a dream. It was December evening and I could see clearly see through the thick fog and smoke that my life was setting foot on a new spring season. The tranquility of the evening. As if the sky had extended over the land,. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Delineation of a dream. 9 Questions - Tag. A special Children’s Day. THE PATH TOWARDS NORTH.
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NO HOLDS BARRED: February 2011
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I don't use rules for writing. Always expect the unedited version from me. Monday, February 7, 2011. Time as a source of salvation. I dream of its gift and I pity the science. I admire the conflict it triggers- the reality of the eternal or the illusion of the flux. The struggles of the human experience sometimes puzzles me whether 'the real' or 'the true' is present in a false or a lesser reality. Is there a 'real time' and a 'false time'? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile.
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NO HOLDS BARRED: The White Lily
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I don't use rules for writing. Always expect the unedited version from me. Monday, February 15, 2010. I remember the time when you used to take me ,. To the mountains, to the place decorated. By beautiful colours and defined. By the modesty and majesty of the white lilies. How splendid they looked! Sometimes I wonder whose beauty I was admiring. Now I undestand why you are like the lilies. At dawn they unite with the breezes,. To announce the coming of light,. To breathe life into this place,. Its a beau...
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NO HOLDS BARRED: February 2010
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I don't use rules for writing. Always expect the unedited version from me. Monday, February 15, 2010. I remember the time when you used to take me ,. To the mountains, to the place decorated. By beautiful colours and defined. By the modesty and majesty of the white lilies. How splendid they looked! Sometimes I wonder whose beauty I was admiring. Now I undestand why you are like the lilies. At dawn they unite with the breezes,. To announce the coming of light,. To breathe life into this place,.
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NO HOLDS BARRED: January 2009
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I don't use rules for writing. Always expect the unedited version from me. Friday, January 23, 2009. The beginning of spring brings a soothing light,. Blurred only by the fateful memories that shine so bright. Would tomorrow be as beautiful? For I wouldn't know no matter how hard I ponder. To relinquish everything that is good,I have no compunction inside. Knowing the past won't be erased and I can't hide. I could only hope to understand the life filled with tears. Thursday, January 15, 2009. I hear a fa...
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NO HOLDS BARRED: December 2008
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I don't use rules for writing. Always expect the unedited version from me. Sunday, December 28, 2008. On Dec 10, I re-injured my tailbone which was already contorted by a previous mishap. Unfortunately, I have not been able to recuperate. Of course there are also certain other things that have preoccupied my mind. I miss a certain female's voice and my favorite activity of finding an excuse for procrastination-TV shows (damn those power-cuts! Friday, December 12, 2008. BACK TO MY NATIVITY. Maybe it's bec...
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NO HOLDS BARRED: December 2010
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I don't use rules for writing. Always expect the unedited version from me. Friday, December 31, 2010. The wait for the morning. I sit here wondering what went wrong,. When I had promised I would make everything right. Next time I would show her I love her more than life itself,. That she is the first person I think of in the morning,. And the last before I go to bed. I sit here wondering what should I say,. When she asks," Do you love me? I love every second we spend time,. And my time worth giving.".