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Tuesday, July 8, 2008

Rains On The Blue Mountain

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Monday, July 7, 2008

Rains On The Blue Mountain

Come down Heavily On the drop dead Blue mountain Up upon the seventh crest The caressing sky Whispering In puffs of dizzy clouds Meandering darkly Through the moments of rain Worldlessly as ever Beating In lapses of eternity Of so many spangles The leafy world Listening Chorus of lullaby Symphony of... Sign in to see full entry.

Your Mystery, Your Predicament

A lofty mystery buries you The mystery that leaves you no pains or pleasure A distant orb revolves round your surroundings All starry beauty becomes worldly delights Yet you are wedded to your nothing self As if you bear no resemblance to your disguise A proud disharmony shatters your faith You are... Sign in to see full entry.

That Man

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Sunday, July 6, 2008

That Man

Where had I seen that ugly face? Where had the nameless face burned my desire? When the gusty wind stormed into his home and hearth Nobody stoked the fire in earnest Nobody cared to listen to his songs of the soul He sailed across the grimy river all alone. He breathed fire in his outstretching... Sign in to see full entry.

Who Outnumbers Whom?

Who outnumbers whom? The atheists or the theists? This is a great contention. It can be said with great amount of certainty that the number of the atheists are gradually on the rise. But the breed of theists is overwhelming and is in absolute majority. And in the long run they will remain so. The... Sign in to see full entry.

Song of Love

When I lie on your soft breasts I forget the the world around me I sing like a mad poet Getting lost in the labyrinth of your beauty. You sit by my side humming a tune of love Caressing your own feet as the rivers passing by We spend whole lot of time telling tales of hoary antiquity. Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, July 5, 2008

Grave For The Oppressors

It will bear fruit one day All people are on the depths of death Time will change some day or the other When life will flow everywhere. All vacant looks will change faces All will be merry with delightful joy Time will dig the grave for the oppressors. Sign in to see full entry.

In Hastening Moments of Life and Death

Purple shadows Out of a certain charm Of death and darkness colliding In tangled binds Through which blind alleys coming Back and forth As if in a labyrint of vicious circles Of myth and mystery Staring at the long stretch of the sky The white ship casting anchor In forlorn hope and despair And... Sign in to see full entry.

Politicians Don't Know How To Rock and Roll

Once Indian rock star Remo song a sung. It was like this: Politicians don't know how to rock and roll. I also admit that these special breed of buggers do not really know a thing or two. They are just humbugs, humbugs to a faulty extent. You cannot educate them. They are just uneducated. Uneducated?... Sign in to see full entry.

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