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Poetry inspired by Satyamev Jayate. Poet Painter. Writer. Graphic Designer. Oh and a software engineer(yawn)by profession. These are my words brought about by the issues raised in Satyamev Jayate. Please visit www.satyamevjayate.in. And do a little. Think a little. Change a little. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. Rape in the City.
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Poetry inspired by Satyamev Jayate. Rape in the City. June 16, 2012. They snatched me in a noisy and crowded street. A thousand pair of eyes, but not one blinked. Two thousand feet, but not one moved. A thousand voices, but not one screamed. Only one scream was heard. Mine. Loud Shocked. Surprised. Full of anguish. A scream that silenced the noisy, chaotic street. The ride in the car felt dark and deathly. Darker than the windows of the car. Darker than the fake black leather seats. Each man had his time.
The Price of Me | Poetry inspired by Satyamev Jayate
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Poetry inspired by Satyamev Jayate. The Price of Me. May 26, 2012. It should have been the happiest days of my life. I should have found the person of my dreams,. My companion for life. I should have found new parents, brothers, sisters,. A whole new family. I should have found happiness, security, and love. I found myself being sold. I found myself buyers, trading and bargaining. I found my worth –. A car, and 500grams of gold. And, I was sold. I was now off the shelf. A new home. A new life. This entry...
What will they write on my tombstone? | Poetry inspired by Satyamev Jayate
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Poetry inspired by Satyamev Jayate. What will they write on my tombstone? May 19, 2012. As i nestle in the bosom of my mother, warm and safe, I pause to look around. You, my father, i see toiling in the sweat and dirt, digging, my grave. I look at you, my mother;. I see no love, no pain, no strain. I look at you, my father;. I see no regret. Only disappointment. You stop. I see. My new bed is nice and deep. My father, you turn to look at my mother;. I understand. This is my last meal. 4 thoughts on &ldqu...
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Poetry inspired by Satyamev Jayate. Rape in the City. June 16, 2012. They snatched me in a noisy and crowded street. A thousand pair of eyes, but not one blinked. Two thousand feet, but not one moved. A thousand voices, but not one screamed. Only one scream was heard. Mine. Loud Shocked. Surprised. Full of anguish. A scream that silenced the noisy, chaotic street. The ride in the car felt dark and deathly. Darker than the windows of the car. Darker than the fake black leather seats. Each man had his time.
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Sounds of the heart. Whispers of the soul. Rape in the City. They snatched me in a noisy and crowded street. A thousand pair of eyes, but not one blinked. Two thousand feet, but not one moved. A thousand voices, but not one screamed. Only one scream was heard. Mine. Loud Shocked. Surprised. Full of anguish. A scream that silenced the noisy, chaotic street. The ride in the car felt dark and deathly. Darker than the windows of the car. Darker than the fake black leather seats. These men took their time.
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Sounds of the heart. Whispers of the soul. The kid with brown hair. He had brown hair. Hair that was once black. But now burnt,. Begging all day in the harsh sunlight. He was very tiny. Young and lean. But his eyes looked old in spite of him. He was waiting, his eyes gleaming. A film crew had just finished feasting. He looked hungry. His stomach and spine one. He was pathetic; he might as well have died. He had watched the stars dine;. Hoping for a morsel with their each bite. There was more food than.
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Sounds of the heart. Whispers of the soul. Music adds the most beautiful lyrics to our lives. This entry was posted on May 5, 2012 by sameernahar. It was filed under Quips and Quotes. And was tagged with Life. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email.
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Sounds of the heart. Whispers of the soul. In the light of the morrow, the darkness of today is but the black in the blink of an eye. This entry was posted on June 26, 2012 by sameernahar. It was filed under Quips and Quotes. And was tagged with darkness. It is so nice to have you visiting and following my blog. I really appreciate it. I hope you will enjoy each of your visits in my blog.🙂. Thank you again, and have a lovely day, my friend! July 15, 2012 at 10:40 am. July 16, 2012 at 7:50 am. Post was n...
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Sounds of the heart. Whispers of the soul. What would you do? In the solitude of the night,. Thoughts of a miracle comes to my mind – you coming to me. But then what would you do? What would you do? Would you take me in your arms? Hug me so tight to squeeze out all the pain I feel. What would you do? Would you place my head in your lap? Ruffle my hair so I can close my eyes and fall in a peaceful slumber. What would you do? Would you cup my face in the palm of your hands? What would you do? You are comme...
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Sounds of the heart. Whispers of the soul. Eyes Behind The Burka. As I walked back home,. Lost in thoughts of my own. Ahead a figure walked towards me,. Dressed in a burka, black. Black like the eyes that looked at me. Black eyes looking into my eyes brown. Looking, reaching somewhere deep within. Eyes that had a secret longing. Eyes that had an unbearable yearning. Eyes that held tears of an unknown plight. Eyes that held dreams of a better life. Eyes that knew dreams weren’t meant to be. You are commen...
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Sounds of the heart. Whispers of the soul. Let’s see what the world has to offer me today. Strike that. Let’s see what I can offer the world today! A little a day, for someone, somewhere …. This entry was posted on June 14, 2012 by sameernahar. It was filed under Quips and Quotes. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. Follow Blog via Email.
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Sounds of the heart. Whispers of the soul. Some wonderful links to learning languages in a fun and better still free way🙂. Hope it helps you all! Besides travel, design and photography, another big hobby of mine is learning foreign languages. Therefore I am overjoyed that during the last few years online learning tools have become more and more prominent. What’s even better, a lot of them are free! This entry was posted on July 20, 2012 by sameernahar. It was filed under Uncategorized. Notify me of new ...
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Sounds of the heart. Whispers of the soul. Archive for June, 2012. In the light of the morrow, the darkness of today is but the black in the blink of an eye. June 26, 2012 Categories: Quips and Quotes. Rape in the City. They snatched me in a noisy and crowded street. A thousand pair of eyes, but not one blinked. Two thousand feet, but not one moved. A thousand voices, but not one screamed. Only one scream was heard. Mine. Loud Shocked. Surprised. Full of anguish. The ride in the car felt dark and deathly.
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Sounds of the heart. Whispers of the soul. Some wonderful links to learning languages in a fun and better still free way🙂. Hope it helps you all! Besides travel, design and photography, another big hobby of mine is learning foreign languages. Therefore I am overjoyed that during the last few years online learning tools have become more and more prominent. What’s even better, a lot of them are free! July 20, 2012 Categories: Uncategorized. June 26, 2012 Categories: Quips and Quotes. Rape in the City.
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Saturday, 7 January 2017. To bathe the night with fire,. You, in your element. Smiling watery eyes;. Happy sighs – as you bent. The next day your soul gathered. Over your cold body. To be buried under sticks and clay…. Https:/ sites.google.com/a/lapwingpublications.com/lapwing-store/helen-harrison. Thursday, 8 December 2016. After the yellow-brown leaves. Are washed with sunlight,. I’ll be the dipper that flies. And returns; when the water low. My poetry slowed to a trickle. Seeped into river-banks again.
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Poetry inspired by Satyamev Jayate. I am restructuring this blog, and will move all existing content, and add newer ones to my new home. Http:/ sameernahar.wordpress.com/. I wish I could carry along all the wishes, comments, appreciations and feedback I dearly cherish. But I am sure you will find me again. I sincerely hope you will drop by and find it intriguing enough to visit regularly, and show me all the love and appreciation like always. My smile awaits your Knock on the door! Enter your comment here.
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Just another WordPress.com site. Do I like Wallace Stevens? Tags: Anecdote of the Jar. Looking Across the Fields Watching the Birds Fly. The Emperor of Ice cream. The River of Rivers in Connecticut. As I skimmed through many of Stevens’s poems, several caught my eye. Examples of the ones I read are,. Anecdote of the Jar, The Emperor of Ice cream, The River of Rivers in Connecticut,. Looking Across the Fields and Watching the Birds Fly. Did I understand that? What did the poem mean? Interesting how this p...
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Poetry from the Soul. May 28, 2010 by aakanksharulz. I live on the 14. Through the window, I look out. And see unlimited buildings,. And houses spread throughout. There is no playground,. Or any open spaces. There is not much greenery,. Just too many faces. There’s no place to play,. No place to run around. I can’t have fun,. Because there is no playground. So I sit in my house,. On the fourteenth floor,. Wondering and imagining,. About the open, the fun outdoor. May 23, 2010 by aakanksharulz. As I turn ...
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Pinning poems to place. Dublin City Poetry Map. Melbourne City Circle Tram poetry map. Swanston Street poetry map. 12 May , 2015. 12 May , 2015. The Dublin Poetry Map is now live. You can view the full map in your mobile device here. We would like to thank Poetry Ireland. 15 April , 2015. 7 May , 2015. On Thursday afternoon as part of Poetry Day Ireland. We will be launching a Dublin Twitter Poetry Map. Twitter Poetry, Convergence Exhibition, May 3 2013. 6 August , 2013. 17 April , 2015. 24 June , 2008.
