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The Lunatic Speaks: May 2009
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Got to keep the Loonies on the path. Monday, May 25, 2009. Death of a Dream. The soft jazz music crooned on. Two lovers were in each other’s arms. Slightly moving to the music to music and becoming more comfortable with each other. 8220;This is our song,” He whispered in her ear. She didn’t say anything. She put her head on his shoulder and they continued to move to the beats. 8220;This is our song,” He repeated. “We shall never dance this song with anyone else, or even alone.”. Do you dream about me?
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The Lunatic Speaks: Peepli Live: Review
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Got to keep the Loonies on the path. Saturday, August 14, 2010. Review unavailable because I couldn't catch the film as the theatre was houseful last night. You've seen it? Http:/ abstractconfusion.blogspot.com/2010/08/peepli-lively.html. August 18, 2010 at 2:43 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Where have you been? Welcome to the Lunatic Speaks. By the River Piedra I sat Down and Wept. Kolkata International Film Festival. Love Sex Aur Dhoka. Veronika Decides to Die. On the turning away. As the who...
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The Lunatic Speaks: June 2009
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Got to keep the Loonies on the path. Thursday, June 25, 2009. Of Farmers and Landowners. The Zamindari system might have stopped to exist decades ago. The feudalism and with it, all its bloodshedm, too. But the culture seems to remain. When faced with questions, when the questions reached the threshold - the Farmer didn't know the answers anymore. While given a land in Nagar, he has to see that the Landowner agree with it. What are we then? Lesser mortals who are not even Farmers? Wednesday, June 17, 2009.
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The Lunatic Speaks: April 2009
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Got to keep the Loonies on the path. Monday, April 20, 2009. NGO Internship, Chapter 1. Cursing the NGO placement cell, I woke up at 7 in the morning to leave for my NGO, to start my internship. The place is at Salt Lake, pretty far (I would think it is some 200Rs distance judging by Pune auto meters, or the lack of them). And then I found the place. I rang the bell. GC 65, Salt Lake Sector 2. The office of Prayasam. I went with him. As if I had a choice! The innocence in the strokes is something I had n...
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The Lunatic Speaks: Nokia X3 Preview | The Tossed Salad
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Got to keep the Loonies on the path. Tuesday, August 24, 2010. Nokia X3 Preview The Tossed Salad. Clutter breaker or miserable failure? Read the preview here. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Where have you been? Welcome to the Lunatic Speaks. Blog, a blog written by a split personality soul, called sourya or ayruos or the lunatic which can both refer to him or the lunatic which he believes resides in his head. By the River Piedra I sat Down and Wept. Kolkata International Film Festival. As the whole ...
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Joy-chasing: May 2009
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That you do not know, yet in unknowing. All of my songs surround you. When I will be scattered, tumbled in autumn storm. Will you then - like stray leaves on streets. Lie flat, marbled upon me? Torpid repose of slumber , cloudy and numb. Will then satiate you? The inveterate dues that you owe to life. Will them then simply expire? Nightly dews - smeared on my breast. Only merely , you desired the same? A mere flavour of that night - can then reconcile you? I will wither away - yet life incessant whirls on.
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Joy-chasing: Drumlins
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I'm excited about waking onto tomorrows. Through columbines and whistled leaves. Children do not run here, chatters do. I hear them chirp. Tucking you into my morning pillows. Nodding to all your preens. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). One for every morning, until the now of sleeping. View my complete profile. Tangled up in blue. The Diary Of An Armchair Activist. The shepherdess and the wolf.
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Joy-chasing: Erie Canal
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I have been blinded by clouds. I have been meaning to run across countries. I have taken a shouldered walk along erie canal. And I wished I would see you slowly diffuse in the woods. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). One for every morning, until the now of sleeping. View my complete profile. Tangled up in blue. The Diary Of An Armchair Activist. The shepherdess and the wolf.
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Joy-chasing: November 2009
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Poetry writes you well. Seasonally gifting shoelaces to tie,. The falsity of this twisted head. In little pages poetry arrives. In lesser folds poetry folds. Into your youful towels. Poetry gets scooped up. The smallest of your combs. Wipes off well in the pages. How easy then, for poets. Now and then ,. Between the finest unfolding of a day,. I meet the cat ;. In the shadow of the trees,. Flare of the sun,. Or the secretive parting of brown leaves. Somewhere after succeeding a few fish bones. Subscribe ...
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Joy-chasing: Corridors
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Corridors find furtive faces. Evading footsteps as I turn around. Then be the silent victim. This time a needy one. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). One for every morning, until the now of sleeping. View my complete profile. Tangled up in blue. The Diary Of An Armchair Activist. The shepherdess and the wolf.
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