Tag: muse
group name: mydirtylaundry
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May 19, 2008 02:31 AM EDT --
The abused (the dust and the future)
The upturned walls of his mind throbs.
Each flash cuts and pastes scene from past.
Small palms grasp bed sheet, new and crisp.
Eyes water too . . . more
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May 26, 2008 12:54 PM EDT --
Words of a sea
Words of a sea spoken in close whispers
It is an avid proponent of sky.
I wish I could lift my face to sky, blue.
Instead I decide to watch the death-pain
. . . more
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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, . . . more
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May 21, 2008 08:34 AM EDT --
I like it blended
The sweat and the market.
Life on the village is stirring.
The beggar and the thief
Half heartedly handing over
Their loots to the leader.
The vendor . . . more
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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 . . . more
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May 29, 2008 08:28 AM EDT --
Stalker
A hand reaches me everywhere.
However more elusive, I become.
The shadow . . . more
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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, . . . more
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May 18, 2008 01:28 AM EDT --
House...1
Four walls lift it on their shoulder.
Sounds of rain dropping on it was the music
My childhood likes most.
A kite is dangling from its corner.
Roof looks at its brilliant . . . more
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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. . . . more
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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 . . . more
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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 . . . more
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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 . . . more
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June 28, 2008 07:58 AM EDT --
Alike flower ( to Shelbia)
Like a flower I born and die in the same day
And, reborn on the morning next.
Present is like the milk bottle, turns up filled on
Every morning . . . more
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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 . . . more
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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 . . . more
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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 . . . more
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July 19, 2008 07:30 AM EDT --
Crème and sugar
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Crème and sugar are a stringent no-no.
He has been advised not to indulge in
drinks and other things
gone with the golden . . . more
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July 21, 2008 08:45 AM EDT --
Voices of shadows
(to the trench, the troops, the shadows and ofcourse to Sandre)
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Shadows are so lovely.
He watches them
unfolding stories
on the muddy wall . . . more
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July 23, 2008 10:04 AM EDT --
SNOW
The molested bodies of the chickens,
The cut on the face of the wire-fence,
The white shadow of the snow,
Without any reflection of the criminal,
Or criminals… thinks the farmer.
Innocent . . . more
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July 27, 2008 04:25 AM EDT --
Singing in the rain
The song. Ah, cloud! You have touched the
crescendo again. With a sense
of vague irritation I find
the pebbles on the left side of
my chest is suddenly melting. . . . more
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