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Cherry Flavoured Antacids: Bouldered Love

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Prose, Poetry and Random Musings. Your husband walks out on you in the middle of the road, your kids are at home wondering where on earth is their mother. The car is dangerously low on petrol and you don't care because you're shit-tired of life. It had just started raining outside. Tomorrow again would be an obscenely hot affair, and once again the fact that the universe was against her would make itself audaciously pronounced. Taken aback she said "Oh my God! What have I done? I really am.". She hadn't ...

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Cherry Flavoured Antacids: Of Women....

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Prose, Poetry and Random Musings. Please take note of the fact that before jumping to conclusions like.I am a feminist /anti-feminist/hypocrite.BLAH BLAH .have enough patience to withstand the whole post. Single men, by heart it. Married men, bookmark this. Sometimes they hit the bull’s eye and sometimes just fail to make a mark. If you're no good at it, learn it. Period. Know what women value. They value time. It took me years to work it out - but I'm glad I did. And the answers won’t be delayed! Women ...

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Cherry Flavoured Antacids: Demented Insomniac

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Prose, Poetry and Random Musings. 1inability to obtain sufficient sleep, esp. when chronic; difficulty in falling or staying asleep; sleeplessness. Far-Flung jelly eyes impinge the ceiling,. With the blank innocent virgin white patch;. That stares back with the ferocious might. Of black holes gaping wide enough onto. Within the universe, dark.The cryptic plight. The blindfold of elusive rest ransacking my mind. In some unreachable dimension of the pillow,. Unwisely laid below, under my bed, unconscious.

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Cherry Flavoured Antacids: Moments of Bittersweet Love.....

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Prose, Poetry and Random Musings. Moments of Bittersweet Love. Moments of Bittersweet Love. Outlandish feeling launches w/o precision. Speeds with purpose, ends with decision,. A hushed moment between turn-back and go-ahead. Giving way to love/lust/mushiness/ego or just hatred. And then you; are being asked to judge, think and decide. More often than not; the mere lunatic emotions that preside. Giving way to "The Options" not one, not two, but a whopping many. Options at all…. Moment so small…. Could hav...

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Cherry Flavoured Antacids: Then. There. Now.

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Prose, Poetry and Random Musings. Then There. Now. The hush in your voice betrays you unconditionally,. When you say you're fine. Kind of fine. Just about. I pretend to struggle, to not know, While I recall,. Where have I heard that line. In agonized whispers? And now, that puts me off. For I want you to be upfront. Your ostentatiously bright saliva is dense and thicker,. Than it usually is. As you wash it down your deep throat,. And slowly release a gust of wind right across my face. Lets begin from squ...

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Cherry Flavoured Antacids: On Mother's Day....

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Prose, Poetry and Random Musings. Mothers, because they are the best ever. To you I owe my existence and all my success. Every thing's for you. Each rupee, every pence. You are the reason I walk, I talk, I think, I see,. You were A mother the second time when I came. And I was the child that I will always want to be. Your extreme parsimony which still amazes me. Parsimony not in love but in hatred and disgust. You blew away my mistakes, all as a puff of smoke. Being with you for all these years. Thos...

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Cherry Flavoured Antacids: And I'm sorry.

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Prose, Poetry and Random Musings. It was there on his locker, a small, unobtrusive flash of color against the cold-looking expanse of. Metal Frowning to himself he opened the locker to have 'it' flutter to the floor. There it was, a Post-It note, in a cheery shade of blue and folded in half. The poem was on a sheet of printer paper this time, hastily folded, the ink smeared slightly. He saw that the page was nearly full. How shall I live, unless I die? How shall I laugh, unless I cry? And I'll be autonom...

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Cherry Flavoured Antacids: 03/01/2012 - 04/01/2012

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Prose, Poetry and Random Musings. 3 years. I don't know what brings me back here. The lack of intelligent conversation? Not being able to express myself in dense verses, entangled paragraphs and unrestricted emotion? Fear of being so tangled up within myself? Will to fight against a night which threatens to suppress my expression? See you all soon. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 2.5 India License. Homer Simpson's Web World.

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Cherry Flavoured Antacids: Welcoming myself back..

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Prose, Poetry and Random Musings. 3 years. I don't know what brings me back here. The lack of intelligent conversation? Not being able to express myself in dense verses, entangled paragraphs and unrestricted emotion? Fear of being so tangled up within myself? Will to fight against a night which threatens to suppress my expression? See you all soon. 10 comments so far. March 30, 2012 at 11:03 AM. Have always read you, and will always read you. Welcome back, and I hope you dont go away again :). I read you...

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Cherry Flavoured Antacids: The Rendezvous

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Prose, Poetry and Random Musings. Ye, the statue stands before my eye,. Blinded I was, I could not see. Deafening silence is the only thing,. That separates thou from us. Within this stone does thou heart beat? Do thou yearn for passion like me? I look thou, The Statue, next to me,. With the sense of compassion and knowingly. One day, stone will split and thou shalt love me. Crawl will thy heart. For me it shall crave. Fool 'tis who carved thou the colossal of Love,. Way out of the furrow of thine eye.