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Wanton Ink: A Wondering Baby ~ from within...
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Wanton Ink' . My thoughts . about the world. about life.mine and otherwise.through poems, through posts, deliberately or not so deliberately long.From a seeker to another.Let our restless minds last for long! A BASKET FOR MANY. Sunset. Sunrise. Sunshine. Anymore proof for the divine! Sunday, April 10, 2011. A Wondering Baby from within. I wonder why I came out, not cryin',. When all the while I was happy in. The womb of a sweet pleasant woman called my mother,. To this world that is full of din. I can un...
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Wanton Ink: THE LADY IN BLACK
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Wanton Ink' . My thoughts . about the world. about life.mine and otherwise.through poems, through posts, deliberately or not so deliberately long.From a seeker to another.Let our restless minds last for long! A BASKET FOR MANY. Sunset. Sunrise. Sunshine. Anymore proof for the divine! Sunday, April 17, 2011. THE LADY IN BLACK. She creeps in,. Bringing the sands of memories. Like a breeze she is. Wanting to turn volatile,. She hisses , a threat nobody heeds. She pleads for someone to push her down. And thi...
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Wanton Ink: Critics- 'Dis' Approved?
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Wanton Ink' . My thoughts . about the world. about life.mine and otherwise.through poems, through posts, deliberately or not so deliberately long.From a seeker to another.Let our restless minds last for long! A BASKET FOR MANY. Sunset. Sunrise. Sunshine. Anymore proof for the divine! Friday, April 8, 2011. Theodore Roosevelt had very famously said once,. To err is humane, to forgive is divine, but many of my friends would counterblast this statement rather nonchalantly reflecting their undeserving arroga...
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imprints on the sands of time: A habitual day..perhaps!
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Imprints on the sands of time. Tuesday, February 24, 2015. A habitual day.perhaps! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Whose path did we cross to come this way? 160;in the blind turn of the road we will never know whom we met for the last time The curling smok. वही चेहरे. In search of the letter. I will distill my senses melt it in the early winter snow and cast it in iron mould of memory to carve a little needle to stitch small . कभी-कभी हम कुछ लोगों को ज&...मैं अपनी महसूस&...The music of variance...
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imprints on the sands of time: January 2015
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Imprints on the sands of time. Tuesday, January 20, 2015. The word survives all. How long is a time of silence? How long its memory? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Whose path did we cross to come this way? 160;in the blind turn of the road we will never know whom we met for the last time The curling smok. वही चेहरे. In search of the letter. I will distill my senses melt it in the early winter snow and cast it in iron mould of memory to carve a little needle to stitch small . कभी-कभी हम क&#...मै&...
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imprints on the sands of time: Where should one look for words?
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Imprints on the sands of time. Sunday, August 9, 2015. Where should one look for words? What kind of stories did they tell each other or where they like mute companions on a long journey just admiring each others’ beauty like a couple who meet for the first time after numerous correspondences, after knowing each other for a long time? What did they do to each other? Did they get to know each other much better or did they leave it for another time? Did that time ever come? 4:00 pm, 24/01/2013. मै...
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imprints on the sands of time: November 2013
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Imprints on the sands of time. Saturday, November 23, 2013. And someday I will. In the murmur of the sun,. Their desire to kiss. The wind, where ashes. Float from the last. When the pages of. The calendar turn, the. Year of my return in the. Cracks of the old home. Where the child in the. Picture refuses to grow. Another song will bid the. Year good bye to the. Dead, another repetition. There is no memory in the wind. I taste the solitude. It's a house with. Many doors, none. A paean of the. मै...
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Wanton Ink: The Wide Eyed Doe
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Wanton Ink' . My thoughts . about the world. about life.mine and otherwise.through poems, through posts, deliberately or not so deliberately long.From a seeker to another.Let our restless minds last for long! A BASKET FOR MANY. Sunset. Sunrise. Sunshine. Anymore proof for the divine! Tuesday, September 23, 2014. The Wide Eyed Doe. The wide eyed one. In whose eyes glimmer. A thousand golden stars,. Still dreaming of me. And listening to a lullaby of my. What does among the stars,. In her holds the power to.
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imprints on the sands of time: February 2015
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Imprints on the sands of time. Tuesday, February 24, 2015. A habitual day.perhaps! Treading down unknown spaces. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Whose path did we cross to come this way? 160;in the blind turn of the road we will never know whom we met for the last time The curling smok. वही चेहरे. In search of the letter. I will distill my senses melt it in the early winter snow and cast it in iron mould of memory to carve a little needle to stitch small . कभी-कभी हम कुछ लोग...मैं अपन&#...The music...
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imprints on the sands of time: ....the word survives all
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Imprints on the sands of time. Tuesday, January 20, 2015. The word survives all. How long is a time of silence? How long its memory? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Whose path did we cross to come this way? 160;in the blind turn of the road we will never know whom we met for the last time The curling smok. वही चेहरे. In search of the letter. I will distill my senses melt it in the early winter snow and cast it in iron mould of memory to carve a little needle to stitch small . कभी-कभी...
