Tag: living
member name: Shruthi P.
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December 14, 2006 09:27 AM EST --
this 1 again is from the middle of nowhere.. the first two lines kept playing in my head!!! over and over again.. i had to put it down.. this is what came out of it!!!
MIRRORS . . .
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December 14, 2006 09:32 AM EST --
this one is a little scary for me personally.. i worte in on 23-08-2004.. it was my mothers birthday and the birthday of a friend... i was in the middle of a lecture when this image popped up... . . .
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December 10, 2006 02:53 AM EST --
sometimes... i wonder what birds are thinking? whether they're going somewhere or dont know where to go!!! this one is for them...
SOAR...
Someday bird, I'll fly with you,
I'll let . . .
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January 15, 2007 05:05 AM EST --
How do I try and explain your meaning to the rest of the world? They should know who you are. They need to see your greatness. Will I be preachy if I decide to talk about you? Will people think . . .
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June 25, 2007 05:18 AM EDT --
Over and over, these things keep happening,
without you knowing,
without my saying a thing,
over and over...
Once in a while we pause,
ponder these events, correct it, move on,
but the thing about circles . . .
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June 26, 2007 02:51 PM EDT --
In a place you've been,
a million times before,
there has been an invasion.
Your sanctuary taken over,
by the milling multitude.
Solitude is so hard to come by,
a few moments of silence will do. . . .
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June 26, 2007 02:58 PM EDT --
The words,
stop, slip, and vanish into oblivion.
The chaos and cacophony,
drown out meanings.
In the silences,
we read old records,
look for clues,
uncover the mysteries.
Distances don't get covered . . .
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March 16, 2007 11:42 PM EDT --
The oddest thing happened today, I saw this rather strange little play of light in the weirdest of places, smack in the middle of a bustling city. Around me civilisation was thrumming in all its intensity . . .
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December 11, 2006 11:33 PM EST --
this poem is a little old... written in may '06.. for some reason my stuff seems to be all about distances.. about loneliness... about losing something... about death.. morbid curiosity? i dunno... . . .
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January 30, 2007 11:13 AM EST --
It's been a while since I've posted anything remotely significant! And it's annoying me that I have nothing to say! I mean genuinely nothing to say... What was that theory about poets and pain? . . .
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March 03, 2007 01:49 PM EST --
I chose to write this one,
not knowing where it is coming from.
Wondering if this should really be my song.
Plenty to say, I've always confessed,
plenty there is that I have left unsaid.
So far, . . .
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July 19, 2007 12:37 PM EDT --
Tired,
of all the times fingers get pointed.
Finding ironies becomes a favourite past time.
Once in a while, you see truth surfacing,
the rest of the time, you submit,
to scrutinies. . . .
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September 07, 2007 12:35 PM EDT --
The last poem got a lot of positive words and I thank all of my commenters for them... This one is from the other side of the spectrum I presented to you in the previous poem... As I said, this is a work . . .
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February 03, 2007 10:15 AM EST --
Have you ever wondered why sometimes, some people suddenly assume a part in your life? I mean you know them, know of them and know a little bit about them but they are always in the periphery of your existence. . . .
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February 22, 2007 12:17 PM EST --
Excuse the extremely sad and slight hopelessness here. I am in no position to be in love, or to offer someone what they think they want from me. I have hurt enough people with my callousness and I have . . .
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