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...miles to go before i sleep: May 2008
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Miles to go before i sleep. Wednesday, May 28, 2008. I love assuming the role of wind. Breezing into your life without a guise, sending your hair flying in mute surprise, stretching your smile acres wide. And then leaving, without leaving a trace behind. Monday, May 12, 2008. The smile of a faceless child. I, live in stories. Of left handed trees,. Men with wings,. In glass bottomed ships. I live my life,. YOU, bid life. On my unfinished words. For the trunk to open,. The soul to stretch for an answer.
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...miles to go before i sleep: “Poetry is what happens when nothing else can” Bukowski
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Miles to go before i sleep. Friday, November 2, 2012. 8220;Poetry is what happens when nothing else can” Bukowski. The sequel of night. Is ‘just’ another night. When the sun in my head. But refuses to come out. Unless it’s in the form of poetry. With each passing day. My gods are becoming fewer and smaller. But the people with newspaper ideas n’ television heads. Are getting bigger and hungrier. The soul is rare. The magic even rarer. But I still believe in it. Crazy eyes can’t see beyond it.
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...miles to go before i sleep: June 2008
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Miles to go before i sleep. Friday, June 20, 2008. The only images I remember are of glasses falling… cars whirling… blood dripping…. And then the visions stop- at that precise moment. I never see them crashing, colliding or staining. I never see me dead, only dying. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Talking about oneself can also be a means to conceal oneself" (nietzsche). And as that wishful obscurity will be a mockery on this place, so i better refrain from concealing myself and say no more.
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...miles to go before i sleep: January 2008
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Miles to go before i sleep. Wednesday, January 30, 2008. Cyber world is huge, yet all I was able to find on the life of Abdul Ahad Saaz. Is this small image attached here. This is how we, the connoisseurs of art, show our tolerance for anything which is untainted with media hype. One of his famous works is uploaded here. Read it and give voice to your silence. Http:/ urduindia.wordpress.com/2006/07/13/abdul-ahad-saaz-nazm/. Tuesday, January 8, 2008. Planned farewells give in to spontaneous settlements.
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...miles to go before i sleep: September 2008
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Miles to go before i sleep. Wednesday, September 10, 2008. Estranged - arent we all? I killed myself with a book. Its words mutilated my thoughts and overruled everything that bore resemblance to me. Today… I killed myself with a book. Tomorrow… Am hoping to die at the hands of a film. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Estranged - arent we all? Thus Spake the Crow. Windmills of My Mind.
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...miles to go before i sleep: the science behind art
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Miles to go before i sleep. Sunday, October 25, 2009. The science behind art. And then you came in. Gliding across any obstacles. That may appear between us. To slow and diminish. The explosion of appearances,. But you stood still, in faith. A lone witness,. In the trembling silence of night. When all expands and thins out. What you are;. My mindless unbidden muse. November 24, 2009 at 9:51 AM. Loved the way you unraveled the subject little by little. and so softly. Love and peace to you. Talking about o...
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...miles to go before i sleep: Watercolour Stains
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Miles to go before i sleep. Monday, October 6, 2008. The palette is dry. And his face wet. With stains of colours. Soon the light will blend every colour to a pastel smile. Soon the life,. Very beautiful. loved the image of a face being wet with stains of colors that "survived". October 9, 2008 at 11:00 PM. Did you do the water color Ben? October 10, 2008 at 11:43 AM. Poor smile. That's different: here the light represent bad instead of good. October 13, 2008 at 7:22 AM. October 14, 2008 at 4:27 PM.
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...miles to go before i sleep: Define Me
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Miles to go before i sleep. Sunday, January 4, 2009. Yesterday you asked me, why do I speak? I, a slave of my habit responded with an answering question as to why do you listen? Do you not know that I don’t verbalize any words but you create them in your mind through your hearing? Do you know what I thus achieve? I achieve independence; I gain a self which is free from your scrutiny …. free from any boundaries you make to restrict it. Does this make you wonder what am I then? January 4, 2009 at 8:17 PM.
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...miles to go before i sleep: a moment of insanity
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Miles to go before i sleep. Thursday, July 17, 2008. A moment of insanity. Black is the silence stretched upon your soul. Aging significantly with every passing moment, strong are its ties within you, without you. Black is the colour of light shining in the solace of your room. Shattering every facade of surroundings, dead is its illusion inside you, outside you. Black is blue, bluer than all ideas written across your face. Shadowing every line with comfort, alive is its darkness between you and me.
