Tag: art
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September 10, 2006 09:12 PM EDT --
"Must a risk always be dangerous?" - I remember one of my childhood friends had asked me once. I had found silence that day, for the first time, as an answer. The same silence had frightened . . .
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September 08, 2006 08:13 AM EDT --
I woke up and found myself inside a dream. It was my life.
Its been long since we put our imaginations in a colourful box and thrown them into a lake. We watched it sink deeper and deeper till . . .
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April 17, 2009 10:12 PM EDT --
My study resides on the hills.
I have to climb through the clouds
To reach there. A long walk.
They say there are sages on the hills
Like there are mosquitoes in the swamp.
There must’ve been sages . . .
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September 14, 2008 03:03 PM EDT --
Tushi was a cat who could have been an ocean.
She could have been other things as well like – a blanket that smelled of warmth, a puddle in your green yards, a broken wristwatch, a collage of photographs . . .
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June 01, 2008 01:49 PM EDT --
In the end, the wings took her inside herself. She flew right through her own nostrils.
The flight, she still recalls, was endless. She didn't know that her inside was deeper and vaster than the . . .
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April 08, 2009 08:38 PM EDT --
One day, a crossing had disappeared into the rain.
In this poem, I’ve chosen you to tell
About that ominous day. Unending
In the end. Like the rains.
And the trains that passed across
The crossing . . .
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May 09, 2008 11:32 AM EDT --
A maddening music of the mist
Dispersed
Spread like dreams
Of a child
Knew nothing but nightmares
Wrapped in golden ribbons
On his birthdays
Celebrated annually
Every week or so
With . . .
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December 25, 2008 01:51 PM EST --
The twilight broke his window pane. Along with all other glasses in his home. Shards of glass dusts scattered all over the floor. Illumined by a forgotten light of the day bygone. The illumination . . .
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January 18, 2009 11:44 AM EST --
On the day he turned eight, his grandma gifted him a book. It was called “The Intersection of Eight”. He couldn’t understand the title. And therefore, it became all the more elusive to him. And although . . .
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July 17, 2008 09:45 PM EDT --
He found her in one of his own dreams, dreaming about him finding her, in that solitary, circular dream of hers.
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July 10, 2008 11:15 AM EDT --
A repetition of dreams. Uncircled thoughts. Unselected. Roamed about on her stage. The drama followed her instincts. A bunch of drowsy audiences. Invited by their fears of unrestrained light. An infection . . .
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November 30, 2008 10:13 AM EST --
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Your mind is a principle. A theory of waves.
Your last thoughts rippled onto my fingernails. Leaving scars. The pattern was always oddly recognizable. Some say the scar had the same unmistakable . . .
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January 18, 2009 02:23 AM EST --
He says he had watched the earth on a casual afternoon. Intermittent with the darkness. He says the earth had climbed into his eyes.
Splashed.
He says he carries his childhood in his palm. He . . .
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June 03, 2008 10:21 PM EDT --
She used to sign her name on the water. Rowing in the lake.
He tried to reach there with his hands, trying to touch her poetic alphabets. Her name rippled away.
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June 22, 2008 10:03 PM EDT --
Uncertainty had never been talked about. And therefore, in time, it became a certainty that uncertainty would arrive, like the great depression, upon their town.
Still not talking about the uncertainty, . . .
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June 23, 2008 01:29 AM EDT --
I listened in her silent breath
The deepening of her storm.
I composed her in one decisive moment,
In one master-stroke, and gave her
One eternity to live in.
One faint eternity. Insignificant. . . .
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July 02, 2008 09:30 PM EDT --
Each of his stones was impossibility. None of them had the property of visibility. They reflected no colors. Absorbing all. But you always knew that they were there. Some, because you could touch them. . . .
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June 02, 2008 11:57 AM EDT --
What had struck me immediately as I walked into the garden was the terrible disassociation I shared with my presence. And perhaps, that accounted for my absence too, from the garden.
Detachment: . . .
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June 25, 2008 01:50 AM EDT --
The growing up years of Pratti was different from rest of the girls. She had developed a hobby of collecting the corpses of her earlier lives. She even made a transparent glass cupboard to keep . . .
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May 12, 2008 09:42 PM EDT --
The dream stretched out of his forehead and wandered through the labyrinthine corridors of a day in his life. He became a reverie in there.
When he woke up, the next day, he was no more.
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