Tag: society
member name: The Clown !!!
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April 28, 2009 10:23 PM EDT --
These days, I wonder oftentimes,
How we could’ve never noticed the trend.
The common thread flowing through it all,
As if someone’s holding a sign above his head
And we never bothered to look up . . .
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August 04, 2008 10:19 PM EDT --
Casually, he had casted the lighted matchstick up. Instead of down, to be falling somewhere on the already dirty earth beneath. Or on some long abandoned newspaper. Yellow grasses. And set them aglow. . . .
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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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April 16, 2009 10:01 PM EDT --
It was said that the fire didn’t have a beginning.
I had discovered it for the first time
Inside the palms of the nurses. As they
Threw it on us. It was much like playing
With the snowballs. The . . .
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May 04, 2008 09:52 PM EDT --
He had made a small hut beside the sea. On days of the tide, the sea would stretch to the place his home was. He had made two doors on the opposite sides of the wall - one from which the sea came in; the . . .
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April 21, 2009 01:23 AM EDT --
That evening when all books disappeared
From the many shelves scattered
All over the town and its residencies,
I had been there. I had seen
Our town become lighter than the air
And rise up above . . .
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April 20, 2009 12:55 AM EDT --
Let’s speak of a time when there was sound.
We used to linger in the auditorium
We had players and audience.
An existence meant for each other.
A belonging sans personal acquaintance.
Let’s think . . .
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January 19, 2009 12:22 PM EST --
She had a golden tear. It had grown on the left side of her cheek. Its root went further. Right through her skin. Onto the back side of her tongue.
She wept when she was hungry.
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May 18, 2008 09:27 PM EDT --
She was playing with the mist. She made balls of smoke and rolled them into the denser mist. Then, she would go in looking for the ball. Each time when she came out with the ball she realized that . . .
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August 10, 2008 01:24 AM EDT --
“A man is always a teller of tales, he lives surrounded by his own stories and the stories of others, he sees everything that happens to him through them; and he tries to live his life as if he were . . .
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August 20, 2008 03:11 AM EDT --
[ On 15th August 1947, India won Independence ]
“There’s always two sides to a gate” his father had told him “and one side’s not equal to the other.”
“There are always two worlds”, he . . .
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May 06, 2008 10:05 PM EDT --
She had purple eyes. There were certain colors that she couldn't see and the world was a less congested place for her. She also had the powers of turning an object invisible for her eyes and thereby, . . .
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May 27, 2008 10:35 PM EDT --
The eye is an abyss. Many who fell in it drowned forever. Many times when the eye blinked the world was drenched in darkness for a few fragments of a second. A black earth. It was an eye that held . . .
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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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July 24, 2008 08:49 AM EDT --
The Distance
At last, she decided to mosaic her bedroom floor with his letters. They had been enabling her past. A past which she wanted to rob of the form and the structure. She wished she . . .
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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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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 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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