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Sprinting Thoughts: BARE THOUGHT
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Thursday, January 27, 2011. I am a muslim when I wear the skull cap. I am a hindu when I embrace the teeka. I am a christian when I praise the lord. I am a punjabi when I wear a turban. It makes me question one thing. What is a man with out clothes. What is a man without food. What is a man without shelter. I keep looking for answers. I realize a person without clothes. January 27, 2011 at 6:55 PM. That food related line made me think .something that is not easily thought. January 27, 2011 at 9:41 PM.
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Sprinting Thoughts: I Wonder...
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Monday, January 24, 2011. I sometimes wonder where I belong…. I sometimes wonder if I’ll ever get along. The world around me seems to be great,. But the pain the world has given me makes me wonder about my fate. Where is it that I belong? Where is that place for which I long? In these thoughts my mind is drenched…. But yet the thirst of my mind isn’t quenched …. I try to convince myself to believe that yes, this is where I belong…. January 24, 2011 at 10:49 AM. Nice poem i like it. A Journey Back in Time.
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Sprinting Thoughts: January 2011
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Saturday, January 29, 2011. I saw this with my eyes.I swear. The dove was dancing in the flames,. Eating the human flesh, freeing the human soul…. I saw this with my eyes….I swear…. White coat wrestling the fiery man on the black bull,. A dark laugh and the strings untangled setting the soul free. The man on the black bull asked me to come along,. For I feared what would happen to my pop on a journey so long? We kept crossing dimensions;. Pop’s pain dissolved in the light so white,. She was forced to liv...
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Sprinting Thoughts: I saw this with my eyes...I swear...
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Saturday, January 29, 2011. I saw this with my eyes.I swear. The dove was dancing in the flames,. Eating the human flesh, freeing the human soul…. I saw this with my eyes….I swear…. White coat wrestling the fiery man on the black bull,. A dark laugh and the strings untangled setting the soul free. The man on the black bull asked me to come along,. For I feared what would happen to my pop on a journey so long? We kept crossing dimensions;. Pop’s pain dissolved in the light so white,. She was forced to liv...
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Sprinting Thoughts: SAY
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Saturday, January 29, 2011. Why the yes is lost. Why the no is there. Before you go away. The world is mute. Still you say no. The world is mute. Still you say no. January 29, 2011 at 10:16 AM. The third stanza appeals to me.other stanzas r ok. January 30, 2011 at 5:16 AM. Why the yes is lost amid this no. U can go deeper with such sentiments. Make it more dark. January 30, 2011 at 7:19 AM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). A Journey Back in Time. I saw this with my eyes.I swear. This is a blog for peo...
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Sprinting Thoughts: February 2011
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Sunday, February 20, 2011. Kuttay - Poem by Faiz Ahmed Faiz -. For all the dogs who think they are not. Wednesday, February 9, 2011. You think you know. But it remains ever elusive. Nothing more than an illusion. Every episode of your life. Still it shocks you. Play the blame game. But the finger points at you. A whirlpool of self-loathing. An attack of hollow truth. Die to be right once. Beg to be heard. But the mirror’s clouded. And the light’s long gone. You think you know. But it remains ever elusive.
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Sprinting Thoughts: A Journey Back in Time
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Monday, February 7, 2011. A Journey Back in Time. A journey back in time,. A journey down the memory lane,. A journey through the yesteryears,. A journey through all those dwindling lanes. The bonds time left behind,. The bonds no one bothered to mend,. How is it that time turned behind? To unite the bonds on the path to the end? An old friend comes along,. And suddenly you know where you belong. Makes you feel alive,. Makes you feel special,. Knowing the unknown was anyway never a ritual. 160;too hard t...
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Sprinting Thoughts: Loving You
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Wednesday, February 2, 2011. Loving you is the best thing, I’ve ever did in mah lyf. Loving you is like getting everything I’ve desired for! Loving you is like forgetting the past and the future and living the moment! Loving you is like getting free. Loving you is to feel the soul. Loving you is the innocence of a baby. Loving you is the joy of getting drenched in the rains. Loving you is the pious sin that i always did like to commit. Loving you is the pain i feel, when you’re away from me. This is a bl...
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Sprinting Thoughts: THE REVIVAL
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Tuesday, January 25, 2011. Too hard to come back. Too easy to die. Lets make a hue and cry. Dieing is the most. May be thats the way alive. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). A Journey Back in Time. A journey back in time, A journey down the memory lane, A journey through the yesteryears, A journey through all those dwindling lanes. . I am a muslim when I wear the skull cap I am a hindu when I embrace the teeka I am a christian when I praise the lord I am a punjabi when I. View my complete profile.
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Sprinting Thoughts: CURSED
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Wednesday, February 9, 2011. You think you know. But it remains ever elusive. Nothing more than an illusion. Every episode of your life. Still it shocks you. Play the blame game. But the finger points at you. A whirlpool of self-loathing. An attack of hollow truth. Die to be right once. Beg to be heard. But the mirror’s clouded. And the light’s long gone. You think you know. But it remains ever elusive. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). A Journey Back in Time. Kuttay - Poem by Faiz Ahmed Faiz -. Mam na...
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