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Illusion: Topic
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Saturday, June 30, 2007. Let’s talk about topic today. She once said –. Normally we need a topic to talk. But today let’s not pick a topic. Let there be a topicless conversation. Sea doesn’t need to know its depth. And sky its vastness). Whenever eyes starts speaking to each other,. The water takes the shape of the bowl. The water never asks about its shape. So, today, please don’t ask me-. Let us just talk-. Today’s topic is – A Topic. July 17, 2008 at 11:54 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Mora ...
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Illusion: December 2012
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Monday, December 24, 2012. I Plan to Steal a Guitar Tomorrow. Tomorrow, I plan to steal a guitar. From a nearby musical store. I will pet this guitar like a. Fish, a cat or a parrot. When the strings of the guitar grow like those unruly hairs,. I will trim them off with lot of warmth. With a comb, I will make them look tidy. The day when my guitar gets a bad throat. Will feed him warm water. And will let him do gargle regularly. I have also crafted a wooden bed for him. Chicken or something vegetarian?
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Illusion: January 2014
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Saturday, January 18, 2014. Dear Enazori, From Ma. We bought a piece of land few days back. The color was almost like the color of my mom's cheeks. Some vermillion mixed with a pocket full of sunshine. The waves of your tiny legs. Shiver each of my aspiration. Now a days I have started painting:. The brush picks up many beautiful colors. To measure your length and breadth. You must have felt a green leaf sometimes. On your legs or on your forehead. Waiting to paint you green. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Illusion: July 2014
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Sunday, July 6, 2014. Where have you stored your dreams Enazori? Where have you stored your dreams Enazori? In your palms or betwixt your sharp sword edged eyebrows? In between your strawberry fingers or beneath. Your coiled naval painting? Where do I go around searching your trances Enazori? Last night I kept my ears on yours,. To listen through the hollowness. And also plunged in your brown eyes -. A stream of fantasy touched every wave of my soul. Now I want to store your dreams in an app of the iStore.
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Illusion: Dear Enazori, From Ma
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Saturday, January 18, 2014. Dear Enazori, From Ma. We bought a piece of land few days back. The color was almost like the color of my mom's cheeks. Some vermillion mixed with a pocket full of sunshine. The waves of your tiny legs. Shiver each of my aspiration. Now a days I have started painting:. The brush picks up many beautiful colors. To measure your length and breadth. You must have felt a green leaf sometimes. On your legs or on your forehead. Waiting to paint you green. BURDEN by Shobha Goswami.
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Illusion: September 2013
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Friday, September 13, 2013. Kingstork - Goa 6th July 2013. A handful of breeze whispered. And posted me about you. You must be now amused with your soulful dreams;. Or must have stretched your both hands,. To fondle the golden rays of early sun. From our confused and messed up balcony. The balcony where the white and grey pigeon. Plays with her own dusky feather. I am not doing anything like this. Goa 6th July - why do I feel a less of everything in Goa this time –. Cuddled in anticipation but to burst.
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Illusion: Kingstork - Goa 6th July 2013
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Friday, September 13, 2013. Kingstork - Goa 6th July 2013. A handful of breeze whispered. And posted me about you. You must be now amused with your soulful dreams;. Or must have stretched your both hands,. To fondle the golden rays of early sun. From our confused and messed up balcony. The balcony where the white and grey pigeon. Plays with her own dusky feather. I am not doing anything like this. Goa 6th July - why do I feel a less of everything in Goa this time –. Cuddled in anticipation but to burst.
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Illusion: Come...Lets Get Drenched Today
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Friday, May 2, 2008. ComeLets Get Drenched Today. But, not much she has drenched in it. When love transpires, the shade of the leaves becomes green. When the road takes a curve. And you tend to rest. You will feel that round and square are words. Not to be found in glossary. If there is any truth, that’s only beauty-. Of life and of Death. Even I like rain. And I got soaked many a times. I always feel the aura of. Rain drops, falling on the dry land. And also try to realize the truth-. Of life and Death.
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Illusion: Bordua - Birthplace of Sri Sri Srimanta Sankardeva
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Thursday, August 30, 2007. Bordua - Birthplace of Sri Sri Srimanta Sankardeva. At the age of twelve, he wrote his first verse. Congratulations Mr. Paras! You have done a great job with these fantastic images, and with Karatala. It is only due to the efforts of people like you who feel deeply about projecting the genius of the Mahapurusha to the outside world that the world has come to know about the many-splendored personality of Assam's patron saint-a world figure, without doubt and a Renaissance Man.
