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Sentient: August 2009
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Monday, August 17, 2009. Sleep Well, Dear! Is it a crime to be crazily in love? Then a criminal I be. Find me my prison. Just one wish i hold-. Till an end comes to the world. He be as much mine. As I have become his. I love you" sounds so formal. Reflects my feeling with light so normal. I wish I could go to the stars. Rearrange them to mark our name. Let the world see the shining gleam. Of my golden dream. While you sleep to glory. N I find no way to hide nor bury. Sleep while these stars twinkle.
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Sentient: December 2009
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Friday, December 18, 2009. Can't tell you how glad I am to be a domain owner. So, Meenakshi Nair is the official owner / Boss at www.banterbattery.com. Waiting to meet you all there! PS : A big big bear hug to Raghu ji. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Blogs I frequently visit and admire. Sketches from a Writer's Album. My Favourites ; Try them.
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Sentient: April 2007
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Thursday, April 26, 2007. I knew not the world. But I felt I knew. N' now when I really know. I feel better of without. I know not whether I really know. The life I feel so sure I know now. But life's a long journey. With paths so many. On what shows up where. Bout the confusingly knit life. I'd rather chose to live. Knowing what I'd do. Making mistakes now and then. But its not as bad as it seems. For with every mistake of mine. I learn and know it won't happen again. So thus I cheer up. Live on to find:.
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Sentient: September 2009
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Saturday, September 12, 2009. You ask me why? 8216;Cos I hate that bulk;. The pesky old cow. There was a time I loved. Both the cow and milk. With all the excitement of a village life. So different and fresh. From the city life I had led. Until that fateful day. The cow we called Ammu,. Who had me fooled fully. With her pristine naïve looks,. Gave me an unforgetful trip. Around the village, through the fields. With me screaming my tonsils out. Until she pinned me down. With her sharp curved horn.
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Sentient: I Hate Milk !
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Saturday, September 12, 2009. You ask me why? 8216;Cos I hate that bulk;. The pesky old cow. There was a time I loved. Both the cow and milk. With all the excitement of a village life. So different and fresh. From the city life I had led. Until that fateful day. The cow we called Ammu,. Who had me fooled fully. With her pristine naïve looks,. Gave me an unforgetful trip. Around the village, through the fields. With me screaming my tonsils out. Until she pinned me down. With her sharp curved horn. Heres s...
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Sentient: July 2007
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Thursday, July 19, 2007. I sit pondering here. In the warmth of your lap. My thoughts force a tear to my eye. A tear in remembrance to the past-. Gloriously wrapped in beauty. Resplendent green pastures,splendid landscapes. Homes have turned to houses. N' have grown closer. While people drift farther. The love, the bonding, the belonging. All have given way to materialism. Has plunged from exuberant brilliance. Despair engulfs me with these thoughts. But in your loving lap. I take the courage to hope;.
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Sentient: May 2007
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Tuesday, May 22, 2007. The more I try to reach the dawn. The more darkness the night draws. I seem to get lost endlessly. In this darkness,I never sought. Unseen thorns prick me. Prick me where I can't get to them. I silence my screams and groans. But the pain calls forth my tears. I bid them to stop. S the thorns were not really meant for me;. Just a sadist gift of darkness. Tears would imply my defeat. So I must stride on and on. To reach the much awaited dawn. Defeating all out to defeat me.
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Sentient: June 2009
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Tuesday, June 30, 2009. A breeze of cold wind. In this hot evening. Or was it just the thought of you? The silent wish of you being with me. In these lonely times. T'is shiver of glee that ran through me. Is as much a mystery. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Blogs I frequently visit and admire. Sketches from a Writer's Album. My Favourites ; Try them.
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Sentient: Sleep Well, Dear !
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Monday, August 17, 2009. Sleep Well, Dear! Is it a crime to be crazily in love? Then a criminal I be. Find me my prison. Just one wish i hold-. Till an end comes to the world. He be as much mine. As I have become his. I love you" sounds so formal. Reflects my feeling with light so normal. I wish I could go to the stars. Rearrange them to mark our name. Let the world see the shining gleam. Of my golden dream. While you sleep to glory. N I find no way to hide nor bury. Sleep while these stars twinkle.
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Sentient: Thee
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Tuesday, June 30, 2009. A breeze of cold wind. In this hot evening. Or was it just the thought of you? The silent wish of you being with me. In these lonely times. T'is shiver of glee that ran through me. Is as much a mystery. July 9, 2009 at 4:50 AM. Love it,. my type. July 10, 2009 at 1:42 PM. In this hot evening - I loved that imagery. This one had a beginning that was sublime. But towards the end you lost it. October 10, 2009 at 2:38 AM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile.
