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Sunday, 10 December 2017

Memorabilia, this winter season

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Us humans are imperfect beings and it is this very imperfection that this book perfectly embraces with wide open arms, wider than the expa...
Thursday, 11 August 2016

Onomatopoeia

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When was the last time ?  Your phones stopped buzzing  Cars stopped honking  People whispering, chattering, bickering  Negotiating! Arguing...
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Sunday, 13 October 2013

Connecting the Dots

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My truth is not your truth Your reality isn’t my reality There are numerous versions Of the very same thing Like the bright specks...
Saturday, 5 October 2013

My Umbrella named Luminous

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So it’s late in the night, as usual dogs are howling away to glory! Is it full moon today? I don’t know. It has been a while since I looke...
Saturday, 25 May 2013

writer's blues

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So I sit down to write and I’m blank. But the desire to write remains. Ted Hughes’ “Thought Fox” suddenly comes to my mind, and I glance ...
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Saturday, 21 April 2012

The Monotony

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The creaking noise of the fan Pervading the stillness Of the sultry sluggish summer afternoon The sun shining at its peak Reflect...
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Tuesday, 3 April 2012

MIRAGE

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Disillusioned by dreams Disoriented in reality I often find none but myself Trying to find meaning in the maze I dwell in Introsp...
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