Life’s Canvas for Sunday, December 16, 2007

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Sunday, December 16, 2007

What shall I give her on her Happy Birthday?

One rose, two roses, three roses? A red rose or in multi colored roses? No white will do. But I still wonder what is in a color! Will it tell my real mood? Perhaps makes an understatement. Then I shouldn’t give her any rather…. Perchance she may look down on me? Then I should find something else.... Sign in to see full entry.

Verb Choice and Racism

It is very human --to select, to segregate, to reject, to retain, to promote, to preserve, to persist, to defend and also procreate similar kind with the above VERB CHOICES with regard to color, shape, structure, smell, places, age, abilities, danger, faculties, resources, nature and other... Sign in to see full entry.

Why people pay to see it differently

People go up tall buildings and then put money in binoculars to look at things on the ground. Right? I searched for an answer and in the process I came out with this blog. Some astronauts too made comments looking at the earth as seen from the outer space. To each of them their respective countries... Sign in to see full entry.

I am not a stranger to you

I looked into the mirror! What I saw should make you happy; it is you there, not any stranger. I rivet my eyes into your mind. What I feel there should make you happy; it is you again, not any stranger. I looked from the window at the farthest thing in sight, and that should make you happy too; you... Sign in to see full entry.

That evening You entered

That evening I was happy, It looked the clouds disappeared, givng me a boost to my low spirits. Then angels flew midstream; took my mind to your flanks; Our synergies always worked the best. I woke up to a newer world; found a cause closer to my heart. Let me then get on with your tasks! Sooner the... Sign in to see full entry.

Cerulean eyes bewitched

Cool breath from the twilight sky cuddles quiet whispers, anoint my burning chest. Cajoles my ear a distant tune, pulsate on her taciturn lips, on the compliant wet sands Our figures sift restless, feet curled in the ceaseless mirth of breaking waves drench. Trace the distant clouds and blinking... Sign in to see full entry.

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