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group name: passionatepoetry
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October 15, 2008 10:38 AM EDT --
White blank you were
The white paper keeps a steady stare
at me. It's fair void is rousing something
within. "What are you looking at? Do not!"
still, . . .
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September 02, 2008 09:58 AM EDT --
On the spot of the blast
She cannot cry. Inside her head still a little
girl is playing with her. Keeps on playing.
She cannot feel the warmth of blood or the
dirty red of it oozing . . .
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October 30, 2008 02:07 AM EDT --
Flying
She picks up her fatigue in couch.
Yah. Tomorrow shall always come...
Wings are cut. Still it can fly
amid nights of dreamful universe.
Like a comet, a shooting . . .
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November 29, 2008 04:49 AM EST --
Darjeeling u nlimited
Gradually the Darjeeling unfurls itself.
The weak sun like a tuberculosis patient
comes out of the cloud of sanatorium.
The piazza is broadening with tourists, . . .
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November 28, 2008 08:07 AM EST --
Rescued from A scene of t error
Albeit forgiveness has never been
put to test this far,
still he can feel Bodhi* is gaining
lead very slowly.
His feet, naked, at first cringe . . .
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July 12, 2008 03:10 AM EDT --
Pill s
Sounds of a crow, incessant rippling through the wind
Let her know how much more loneliness can there be.
She picks up the knitting and stumbles at the door
Of memory, . . .
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May 28, 2008 02:18 AM EDT --
X-marked spot
The yellow tape, taut and rigid, cordons the place.
Hush has a sound of it and is colored in gray.
Crows and curious men flocking to peep in,
Face the dark smell . . .
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May 29, 2008 08:28 AM EDT --
Stalker
A hand reaches me everywhere.
However more elusive, I become.
The shadow . . .
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May 30, 2008 08:39 AM EDT --
A story turned into a poetry
Like spiders they weave a web. The incidents.
The spring on your garden and the girl who
Lives on selling flesh are meeting somewhere
At some point, . . .
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August 13, 2008 08:54 AM EDT --
The sunchasers
She can feel the incendiary body.
Taut. Sinewy.
The body understands
what the other is saying.
A whisper of wind
passes through her hair,
comes inside the ears, . . .
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August 30, 2008 08:59 AM EDT --
Raindrops and ho w ls
A sky full of dearth of something unknown
is pouring out. A gush of moist wind is
in a whimsical walk. Have you ever
shaped raindrops into a face? A long . . .
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October 30, 2008 11:47 PM EDT --
The flight of the phoenix
(the part-1, beginning)
The fusions of sounds roam to and fro
upon the pavilion of people
this is the station
. . .
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May 31, 2008 10:13 AM EDT --
This is the result of some dream rising inside after a quarrel with a friend who has importance enough to cause bleeding. At night I dream of a fight and that I am left bleeding at a desert. . . .
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June 02, 2008 07:54 AM EDT --
( This is some body else's dream. Yes, as i explore through the unknown world of dreams of my known individuals, I face this dream seen by a lady living a hard city life and working . . .
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June 16, 2008 11:20 AM EDT --
To the quake victims
The tail of the red toy truck can be seen.
If there is any pair of innocent hands
to play with the toy, there is no mind.
Or body.
He holds her quite . . .
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June 23, 2008 11:09 AM EDT --
Change (open the window)
"Open the window."
Someone inside says.
Hands tremble and stop.
The non-habituated windows sound of rust.
The streaks of light those
Are used . . .
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July 01, 2008 09:44 AM EDT --
The Longest Bridge
The longest bridge is the one
built between two human hearts.
The water streams under is cold, dark, distant.
those eyes of two human look . . .
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July 09, 2008 12:08 PM EDT --
Adrift
"Are you silent tonight?"
He knows she won't tell, if she is silent.
She won't tell the reasons.
He should know after so many years
Of living together. . . .
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July 14, 2008 08:03 AM EDT --
Some stories and untold truths to a tourist
Sea strokes the foot of the long dead tree.
Gulls in a galore. How many of them
Do you have named?
And, you have asked . . .
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July 15, 2008 07:38 AM EDT --
Summer, 2008
Open day for clouds.
The park is the reign of the youth,
of the old and dog owners alike.
The girl who is collecting pebbles,
does not have . . .
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