Tag: essays on life
group name: cccoupons
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May 26, 2008 12:54 PM EDT --
Words of a sea
Words of a sea spoken in close whispers
It is an avid proponent of sky.
I wish I could lift my face to sky, blue.
Instead I decide to watch the death-pain
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May 05, 2008 01:22 PM EDT --
Those waiting eyes
The wait of rain has been soaked in meadows.
The warmth of a fragile hand is still on
The support of the porch. A pair of eyes,
Tired and looking beyond, now is not . . . more
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May 21, 2008 08:34 AM EDT --
I like it blended
The sweat and the market.
Life on the village is stirring.
The beggar and the thief
Half heartedly handing over
Their loots to the leader.
The vendor . . . more
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May 09, 2008 10:57 AM EDT --
Both the worlds
The reddish brown terrain of cinnamon
Is it the country you come from?
Evening drops down from this side of earth.
There is always silence to match.
The green . . . more
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May 18, 2008 01:28 AM EDT --
House...1
Four walls lift it on their shoulder.
Sounds of rain dropping on it was the music
My childhood likes most.
A kite is dangling from its corner.
Roof looks at its brilliant . . . more
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June 16, 2008 11:20 AM EDT --
To the quake victims
The tail of the red toy truck can be seen.
If there is any pair of innocent hands
to play with the toy, there is no mind.
Or body.
He holds her quite . . . more
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June 28, 2008 07:58 AM EDT --
Alike flower ( to Shelbia)
Like a flower I born and die in the same day
And, reborn on the morning next.
Present is like the milk bottle, turns up filled on
Every morning . . . more
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July 01, 2008 09:44 AM EDT --
The Longest Bridge
The longest bridge is the one
built between two human hearts.
The water streams under is cold, dark, distant.
those eyes of two human look . . . more
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May 11, 2008 04:09 AM EDT --
1 Saturday road
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Busy to get back.
Ask them" whereto?"
They will only look at their feet.
2 A Sunday road
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June 29, 2008 05:07 AM EDT --
Euro 2008: an unofficial poem
No slipup is now allowed. He utters
them, the words; as her hand slips into his.
The knockout level is a sphere where
the atmospheric pressure . . . more
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June 03, 2008 11:14 AM EDT --
The four musicians in a field
( to Alison and the band)
A note has touched the cloud, just now.
A bird has stopped over thinking
it may find another of its kind.
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June 04, 2008 07:52 AM EDT --
Purple sky(in my head)
Purple sky. Leaves have just turned dark
From the golden. Eyes never tire.
This time they come for medicines,
Close the windows of the gray asylum.
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June 12, 2008 01:13 PM EDT --
Hurt
An unfamiliar breathing
strange is its rhythm. Unstable.
Is it oxygen for life that
is taken in through his organs?
He cannot be sure at this point.
Grievous . . . more
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June 27, 2008 07:50 AM EDT --
Hope? What is it to her?
She presses the top of her walking stick
as if it is the "hope", personified.
Count the number of the thud of its strokes
on the gravel path . . . more
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May 03, 2008 08:39 AM EDT --
Moments
Cries of thousand crickets and single soul,
The island harks them all in a rhythm
Of their own. The obscure bell at temple
Fogged by the past of light and bowing heads, . . . more
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June 06, 2008 02:57 AM EDT --
The tree
The tree that has opted for an escape from spring
Stands forlorn, in the midst of the greens frolicking.
Waiting only for its favorite bird to come
Tugging down small . . . more
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June 10, 2008 07:21 AM EDT --
Home
"Boys. Oh, boys." She tells.
The bouts of cough in between.
The few of her pictures
Resting on the table with
A short leg. Sepia.
A cup of tea long past its
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June 11, 2008 10:20 AM EDT --
Story so old (weathercock tells)
The weathercock at the top of the old steeple
Knows a little about the reasons she stands here
At this time of a summer day.
She turns her head to . . . more
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June 18, 2008 10:56 AM EDT --
A wall full of you { Wednesday Gather essential}
A wall of thoughts is between us.
The singing rain whistles at you,
a woman, complete and you swing
with wind's . . . more
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June 19, 2008 08:54 AM EDT --
A snippet on an afternoon
Chirping in a mango trove,
lazy afternoon
is in an exploit to pass time.
more
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