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Videos and Audio Live Interview. Sant Ram Udasi was Born 20 April 1939 a family of Untouchable landless Daltis in village Raisar of Punjab. Udasi Participated actively in the revolutionary struggles of Naxalbari. Arrested several times by the Indian State for his political convictions, he had repeatedly gone through brutal torture. Among other injuries he had received, his eyes had been severely damaged.
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The Journey of a poet | Just another WordPress.com site
The Journey of a poet. Just another WordPress.com site. Stay updated via RSS. The last danced . Many Shades of Autumn. Waiting Room ( Fr: Room 2114 ). The worst part about being strong is that no one ever asks if you’re okay. Posted: March 16, 2015 in Uncategorized. By the window I stood, this rain drops, babbling,. Knocking. Asking to let her in, as white cloud. Dropped its load. Out there, blue, dark overtone,. Sun sitting there with bright smile an its face,. They all seem to playing the game together,.
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The Poet-Wannabe | A sneak peak into my thoughts, heart and life; a photo says a thousand words; but words express thousands of thoughts. I blog with almost no photos to give the written words the honour they deserve.
A sneak peak into my thoughts, heart and life; a photo says a thousand words; but words express thousands of thoughts. I blog with almost no photos to give the written words the honour they deserve. December 2, 2014. You can`t kill a dead man. The man who killed me does not exist anymore. He has disappeared into nothingness although his name remains. Although his memory remains. And what is hate worth when it is aimed at a dead man? He is dead to me now, and hate is leaving with him. October 2, 2014.
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The Poet West
Sunday, April 29, 2012. Rest Easy Now In The Pain. Spanning the globe and all circuits between. The thought of you posses me. Maddening me within myself. Though I see your face. I know what is to come. For I expose parts of me to you. The secret part, hidden to the rest of the world. While you would not abuse them. Or hold them against me. I fear the waves of those secrets capsized your feelings for me. Small as they may have been. Still if never again I see you in the stillness. My heart can rest. The s...
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The Ancient Mariner
View my complete profile. Posted by Bob the Blogger at 11:19 AM. This is a poem that had it's origins in a song. Well, actually two songs, in fact. I learned early on, in my writing, I could use songs I liked as a structure to build off of. I could use the cadence and/or rhythm of a song as the framework for my words. This was one of the very first times I done that. I have several other poems/songs that were written much the same way, but I believe this was the first, if not, one of the first. I've deci...
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[ memories are merely just the mind's way of learning ]
The hourglass that wore its way,. The bell that could not play. Quite simply then as it were,. Everything was naught,. I was the poet who forgot. The sun, the sand and the sea. Digs rock, raves, elektronik danze musik and fun reads. Some people drink themselves to oblivion, i choose to write. 10/17/2011 06:17:00 pm, Monday, October 17, 2011. I have poured out my heart,. And laid it right here for you. And I've tried so hard,. That's the best that I can do. You used to be all I had,. These past few months.
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thepoetwithnowit | Poetry
A little about me. August 14, 2015. August 14, 2015. I hear the calls of a seabird shrill. As I attempt finding time to kill. And the waves against my feet refresh,. As I tumble through my mess. I love the cool sea air,. And misty breeze in my hair. It gives me time to think,. More time to shrink. Back into who I am,. And hiding my face again. The coast knows no names;. We all look the same. I can be free. From the rules that normally define me. Frothy caps of white. Adorn the waves as I walk the night.
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The Poet Took A Stroll Around
The Poet Took A Stroll Around. Lucknow.but studying in Kanpur right now, India. View my complete profile. The Last Sunset =-. When It Finally Dawns Upon =-. Empty Hands And The Unchained Mind =-. The Illusioned Delusion In The Hallucinations O. Answers, not links. Sunday, February 26, 2006. Amazed at how you indulge me, Life. One moment in my grip. And drained out the very next. Negotiating your escape,. As I aim at you, once more. Like the prey of my catch. Hide and seek,. It's all become a game. Foreve...
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Pen My Instrument Paper My Canvas
Pen My Instrument Paper My Canvas. Thoughts and poems on this page are my own unless i comment on one of fav writers or lyrics from a fave song Don't steal my stuff come with your own shit lol. Tuesday, October 20, 2009. She crept into your. Gonna hit you up for. A camel a drag of. She's gunnin' for your. Bashful libido guitar hero. She's goin' far in life. A graduate student from. Gold digging and alcohol. Unlikely a university queen. Through her blood stream. From a broken house. She'll be at home as a.
