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A Staccato Passage
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Looking through droplets that magnify life. Chasing footsteps to find the ones I lost. Imagining life on the canvas of endless black. Tuesday, April 22, 2008. Roll out the imagination you loner on the street,. Stop wandering like a wastrel, romanticizing with stars and hoping to embrace the one that might fall. Stop taking those blind turns you fool, don't you know you might get run over without the sound of a horn. Stop gazing into emptiness; it won't take form of beautiful palaces. Labels: Do the Muse.
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A Staccato Passage: the space between Pink and Black
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Looking through droplets that magnify life. Chasing footsteps to find the ones I lost. Imagining life on the canvas of endless black. Saturday, June 6, 2009. The space between Pink and Black. After applying my head on the issues of the beleaguered automobile sector ……. This, exactly is the problem: non-existence of creativity and rather staid opening lines…. I realized that my usage of ‘I’ is rampant and I’m uncomfortable with this realization, like I’m with many other. After a long long time. This is wh...
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A Staccato Passage: A knock unheard
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Looking through droplets that magnify life. Chasing footsteps to find the ones I lost. Imagining life on the canvas of endless black. Monday, August 4, 2008. I tell myself each day, through the day, at the end of the day. 'Words come back, this is your place, thoughts race up, the gun has been shot. But the half before the white line is empty and the mile after the line is long. Sigh! So the trinkets of joy left my space, what I thought can be my panacea doesn’t seem to work at all, its like a bran...
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A Staccato Passage: Exploitation of space
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Looking through droplets that magnify life. Chasing footsteps to find the ones I lost. Imagining life on the canvas of endless black. Tuesday, August 12, 2008. Write…delete….write again…thought breaks….look around, too many people looking back at me… “Stop giving me those raised-eyebrow-looks; I don’t want to justify, give me a little corner somewhere here, where I can be,” I mutter to myself. Labels: Out of nowhere. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). This is where it all started. At times my name seems...
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A Staccato Passage: Winding up...
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Looking through droplets that magnify life. Chasing footsteps to find the ones I lost. Imagining life on the canvas of endless black. Thursday, June 5, 2008. Its been a year and a half, long enough to keep me in one place, saw many colleagues/friends leave over this span and used to wonder when is my chance. And I had a break in my thought). Am back to the same workstation from where I began my journey. Second floor couches, steps, weird places to find a corner and just sit (away from the editors eye...
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A Staccato Passage: When it rains, it pours
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Looking through droplets that magnify life. Chasing footsteps to find the ones I lost. Imagining life on the canvas of endless black. Monday, July 7, 2008. When it rains, it pours. Last two months have been nothing short of a roller coaster ride and a bumpy one. Changed jobs…switched to another industry after much speculation and deliberation and trust me am still confused and diffused about my stand. I’m the kind who is low on patience (very), want everything to happen now! Things changed rapidly…...
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A Staccato Passage
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Looking through droplets that magnify life. Chasing footsteps to find the ones I lost. Imagining life on the canvas of endless black. Friday, May 30, 2008. The queue at the ticket counter was long, missed the trains without regret…turned around and saw you moving…. Shadow it was, your shadow that was moving. Creepily it swept past me…the shadow so bright. Labels: Out of nowhere. I just discovered the website who reviews about. Home based business reviews. If you want to know more here it is.
