tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35632436660629882882024-03-08T18:48:54.381+05:30i--feel--randomI feel happy, sad, somber, disgusted, pukey, limited, impure, controlled, sick, trapped, restricted, unwanted, unloved, cheated, stressed, sleepy, bad, unheard, sexy, funny, sorry, free, tired, fresh, excited, dazed, different, same, rehearsed, remixed, stirred, insane, enlightened, lost, unaffected, relaxed, contained, pure...Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17833153802661193546noreply@blogger.comBlogger240125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563243666062988288.post-58160534912837318462012-11-14T18:41:00.000+05:302012-11-14T18:41:04.635+05:30For Him.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span>Babes</span></div>
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I hope you have reached safe n sound</div>
And parked yourself on happier grounds<div>
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I write to you from a clueless town</div>
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I have no idea why I frown</div>
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Probably because I am missing you</div>
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Perhaps you should have left a residue</div>
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Of your singing heart and your dancing soul</div>
Your skin, your pores or your magic moles<div>
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To help me survive this boring week</div>
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Without the much-needed dose of mischief</div>
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I wonder why I did not keep</div>
A part of you, that would help me sleep<div>
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Like your arm, your palm, your lips, your tongue</div>
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Your chest, your breath, or just one of your lungs</div>
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But I shall try and not dissect</div>
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<span>the anatomy of the man you make</span></div>
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<span>'Cause the man you make is a rare find</span></div>
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<span>The whole of you makes one of a kind!</span></div>
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Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17833153802661193546noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563243666062988288.post-88756100218488915582012-10-12T12:26:00.000+05:302012-10-12T12:27:16.325+05:30Perspective.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Of course, if you were born on the elephant's back, you would quickly learn to see the lie of the land.<br />
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Source: Unknown</div>
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Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17833153802661193546noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563243666062988288.post-79170583367874631932012-10-09T12:02:00.003+05:302012-10-12T14:58:34.837+05:30SECRET PLACES<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
How many faces lie hidden, waiting for the time when curious eyes will find them in their secret places.<br />
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In the heart of a leaf or the bark of a tree.<br />
In the frozen pond or the turning sea.<br />
In the twist of a chair or the look of a key<br />
or the shriveled skin of an elephant's knee.<br />
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-Irwin Demer.<br />
This piece was lying hidden in the book 'The Art of Looking Sideways', waiting for the time when my curious eyes would find it!</div>
Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17833153802661193546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563243666062988288.post-77104272019243755122012-09-26T22:51:00.002+05:302012-09-26T22:51:30.668+05:30On comfort.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
But I don't want comfort. I want poetry. I want danger. I want freedom. I want goodness. I want sin.<br />
-Brave new world</div>
Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17833153802661193546noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563243666062988288.post-42312520527435987632012-09-01T10:19:00.000+05:302012-09-07T12:23:11.987+05:30On Luck.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Luck, they say, has a peculiar habit of favoring those who don't depend on it.</div>
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Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17833153802661193546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563243666062988288.post-18105624633317001992012-08-09T11:36:00.003+05:302012-08-09T11:38:08.652+05:30On Strength<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">“</span><span class="quote" style="margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Why do people say “grow some balls”? Balls are weak and sensitive. If you wanna be tough, grow a vagina. Those things can take a pounding.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">”</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">- Betty White</span><table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-collapse: collapse; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; text-align: left; width: 100%px;"><tbody style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"></tbody></table>
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There are no happy endings.<br />
Endings are the saddest part,<br />So just give me a happy middle<br />And a very happy start.<br />
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-Shel Silverstein<br />
</div>Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17833153802661193546noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563243666062988288.post-61200583721606885212012-07-19T11:29:00.001+05:302012-07-19T11:29:32.642+05:30Love<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
And love is a word used too much and much too soon.<br />
- from the world wide web</div>Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17833153802661193546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563243666062988288.post-45708576112773398012012-06-28T15:40:00.000+05:302012-06-28T15:43:03.523+05:30Being alone<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Language has created the word 'Loneliness' to express the pain of being alone. And it has created the word 'Solitude' to express the glory of being alone.<br />
-Paul Tillich<br />
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From Steve Mccurry's amazing blog<br />
http://stevemccurry.wordpress.com/2012/05/17/solitude-and-silence-2/</div>Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17833153802661193546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563243666062988288.post-16368978309196264962012-06-27T12:27:00.002+05:302012-06-28T16:00:53.907+05:30Words<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Where can I find a man who has forgotten words?<br />
I'd like to have a word with him.<br />
-Chuang Tzu<br />
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From the book 'Married to Bhutan'</div>Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17833153802661193546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563243666062988288.post-91777915791717217272012-06-27T12:25:00.001+05:302012-06-27T12:27:54.438+05:30Trade<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
There are, in the heart of the vast Himalayas, some strange marketplaces where one can barter the whirlwind of life for infinite wisdom.<br />
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- Jetsun Milarepa, Tibetan yogi and poet</div>Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17833153802661193546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563243666062988288.post-73919959274470541932012-06-25T14:17:00.000+05:302012-06-25T14:17:43.528+05:30Wisdom is seasonal.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It blooms in spring and withers in autumn.<br />
In summers, of course, it likes to be forgotten.<br />
It pays occasional visits when you feel dead and rotten.<br />
Wisdom in winters is drastically shortened.</div>Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17833153802661193546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563243666062988288.post-43140055002572034482012-06-25T14:14:00.001+05:302012-06-25T14:14:10.657+05:30For real!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
When you get done with your virtual life<br />
Make some time for the girl who wants to be your wife.<br />
You will find her standing with a loving gaze,<br />
At the outer edge of your cyber space.</div>Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17833153802661193546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563243666062988288.post-81500457773170241072012-06-25T12:13:00.003+05:302012-06-25T14:19:02.409+05:30This & That<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
This mountain, That mountain.<br />
This river, That river.<br />
This tree, That tree.<br />
This flower, That flower.<br />
This cloud, That cloud.<br />
This season, That season.<br />
This bird, That bird.<br />
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I love.</div>Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17833153802661193546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563243666062988288.post-65181351665354954822012-06-11T14:21:00.002+05:302012-06-11T14:21:37.794+05:30Aaaacchhoooo!!!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Sneezing hard to let the love germs go and attack his immune system.<br />
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There are some things you learn best in calm, and some in storm.<br />
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- my Naga friend quotes Willa Cather.</div>Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17833153802661193546noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563243666062988288.post-9672748159325737842012-06-06T15:37:00.000+05:302012-06-06T15:37:09.832+05:30Wine and Whirling<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Bring the pure wine of love and freedom.<br />
But sir, a tornado is coming.<br />
More wine, we'll teach this storm<br />
A thing or two about whirling.<br />
- Rumi</div>Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17833153802661193546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563243666062988288.post-81838720133214222542012-06-04T18:21:00.001+05:302012-06-04T18:24:04.203+05:30Pest Control<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
By multiplying themselves at a persistent pace<br />
and sucking me deep into their bacterial maze<br />
Cockroaches have invaded my personal space!<br />
<br /></div>Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17833153802661193546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563243666062988288.post-88942291139127691632012-05-25T13:28:00.002+05:302012-05-25T13:28:31.422+05:30Carrom<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
My mind needs some boric acid to smoothen the game of thoughts!</div>Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17833153802661193546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563243666062988288.post-8898868702358310562012-05-02T15:54:00.003+05:302012-05-02T15:55:19.432+05:30DAYS.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
There will be days when your attire won't hide your tyres.<br />
and your heart won't get what it truly desires.<br />
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There will be days when you will find truth with a bunch of liars<br />
and the song you want won't be there on limewire.<br />
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There will be days when you will find someone to 'light your fire'<br />
only to realize that it's for your funeral pyre.<br />
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On such days, just take a cab on hire<br />
and go hug the person you truly admire.</div>Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17833153802661193546noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563243666062988288.post-9844354880774144902012-04-20T11:57:00.000+05:302012-04-20T11:57:57.088+05:30They come from 66° 33′ 44″, North of the Equator<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Making love at a crazy pace,<br />
in the darkness of a parking space,<br />
were the lovers of the Arctic circle<br />
who brought their midnight sun to light their circus.</div>Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17833153802661193546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563243666062988288.post-38066348794182096262012-04-10T12:25:00.000+05:302012-04-10T15:16:49.192+05:30R.I.P LOVE<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
laughter lines<br />
late night crimes<br />
google talk<br />
full moon walks<br />
radio hour<br />
morning showers<br />
intoxicating toxins<br />
songs of sin<br />
3 a.m. messaging<br />
soul rummaging<br />
marijuana monsoon<br />
lonely June<br />
crazy hearts<br />
lunatics and retards<br />
virtual romance<br />
second chance<br />
cycling birthday<br />
mountain rays<br />
secret dates<br />
your musical fate<br />
love in letters<br />
'later alligator!'<br />
couriered kisses<br />
Mistress and Mrs<br />
witty phrases<br />
packed suitcases<br />
shocking surprises<br />
virtuous vices<br />
butterfly belly<br />
winters in delhi<br />
north eastern fame<br />
blame game<br />
posthumous dreams<br />
silent screams<br />
borrowed bike<br />
common likes<br />
shallow deeds<br />
rum n weed<br />
commitment issues<br />
tears and tissues<br />
your purple prose<br />
my red fucking nose<br />
perfect rhyming<br />
two timing<br />
tickling toes<br />
highs and lows<br />
unanswered calls<br />
my head against the wall<br />
coastal chase<br />
prozac phase<br />
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This pretty much sums up THE RELATIONSHIP.</div>Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17833153802661193546noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563243666062988288.post-73370952522933957512012-03-20T12:35:00.000+05:302012-03-20T12:37:06.659+05:30MeetingWhile paying the toll, I had a chance encounter with my soul.Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17833153802661193546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563243666062988288.post-30655659006001643082012-03-16T11:09:00.001+05:302012-03-16T11:12:01.414+05:30FeelingYou either have the feeling or you don't.<br />- from 'WHY WE BROKE UP', the book that I am reading.Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17833153802661193546noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563243666062988288.post-2911415004118682532012-02-10T12:56:00.001+05:302012-02-10T12:57:17.584+05:30Anything goesSo though I'm not a great romancer<br />I know that I'm bound to answer<br />When you propose :)<br />Anything goesDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17833153802661193546noreply@blogger.com0