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Friday, 22 March 2013
I belong there with the trees...
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Trees, they stand here and there Brimming with silence, bare They speak no mean words Nor do they cut with swords sharp as a frow...
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Monday, 18 March 2013
Watching the sunset....
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Sitting on the endless sands of the seashore I watched the Sun Preparing to take leave The way he grabs the rays, grasp the red-ta...
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Friday, 15 February 2013
Stars in you
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Standing under the moonlit sky thinking of reasons aplenty. Beneath the twinkling stars dancing to the waves of melodies. A twi...
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Tuesday, 12 February 2013
Imprints on a pebble
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Everyone who walks by the shore on noticing a pebble take upon an imprint of it, Its texture, color and weight not the conditio...
Friday, 1 February 2013
Book are noble beings.
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They don't mock, they don't compare, they don't evaluate, they just speak. Books are noble beings. Heedle...
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Saturday, 26 January 2013
Me and my mask collection
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I am one person with one heart with one soul but many masks. When I stand in front of the mirror I ask myself which mask should...
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Thursday, 17 January 2013
Only God can create trees.
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There stands the tree, proud and tall wise beyond all. Has seen many changes, many unexpected, doing as expected. Rooted to ...
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