tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1870885697075907672024-02-19T20:22:19.101+05:30and you wanted toRead. Imagine. Express.nandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13740406645994685353noreply@blogger.comBlogger94125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187088569707590767.post-5912002572581868022012-09-13T17:23:00.000+05:302012-09-13T17:23:12.616+05:30Dream Girl<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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It was the stubble</div>
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That was the hurdle.</div>
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Time was running out,</div>
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He had to get out.</div>
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A quick shave in haste,</div>
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With this and that paste,</div>
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Gets his cheek to shine, </div>
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It was well past nine.</div>
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Last flick to his hair,</div>
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Makes sure of his flair,</div>
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A slap of perfume,</div>
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He felt armed with plume.</div>
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To impress, he climbed</div>
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Into bed, wide eyed,</div>
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For it was the night,</div>
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His dream girl, come might.</div>
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:D</div>
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nandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13740406645994685353noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187088569707590767.post-4914614650518202622012-09-11T09:47:00.001+05:302012-09-11T09:47:36.459+05:30Passionate Woods<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Walk with me,</div>
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In these woods,</div>
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A carpet of </div>
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Dried leaves,</div>
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Crackle in murmurs</div>
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Insinuating passions,</div>
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We walk by.</div>
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An erect root,</div>
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Plunging into</div>
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The moist earth,</div>
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Trips Us Against</div>
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Its tree trunk,</div>
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We pause.</div>
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On this bed of</div>
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Wood, we wed,</div>
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Creepers sprout</div>
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from my hands,</div>
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Entwine you</div>
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Garland you</div>
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I pause.</div>
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A sweeping breeze</div>
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Chants, Enchants,</div>
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Blows your hair,</div>
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Exposing your</div>
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Sacrificial neck</div>
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You look to</div>
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The skies,</div>
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You pause.</div>
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A thousand leaves,</div>
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Kiss above,</div>
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A thousand rays,</div>
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Rain from the gaps </div>
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of their lips,</div>
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Strike you,</div>
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Bless us,</div>
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They pause.</div>
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A moment of </div>
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Silence,</div>
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Two hearts beat</div>
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Into One,</div>
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Disappear.</div>
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nandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13740406645994685353noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187088569707590767.post-39265236256662285082012-09-03T22:52:00.001+05:302012-09-03T22:56:06.036+05:30Words, Only Words<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Let</div>
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me cast</div>
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A net of</div>
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words to draw you </div>
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near, hoping that you will</div>
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maybe lend an ear to what</div>
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they wish to say, Let me also</div>
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make some space here just a little so</div>
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that your eyes can peep through it and enter</div>
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into A maze of thoughts by their twists and turns.<br />
Fret not now,these few lines won't grow much longer<br />
for they have been set to one particular meter<br />
that grows by a word and then descends<br />
shedding one word a time till such<br />
A line comes where you are <br />
left dangling all alone In<br />
sudden desertion by the<br />
very words that<br />
wished you<br />
Here.</div>
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nandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13740406645994685353noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187088569707590767.post-4836192885423597052012-08-31T22:12:00.000+05:302012-08-31T22:12:02.283+05:30My Love, My ..........<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Breathe Over Me</div>
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A lilting breeze,</div>
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Just so cold,</div>
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A naked skin,</div>
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Would be fond.</div>
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Sprinkle over me</div>
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Tiny Orbs of Drops,</div>
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Just so small,</div>
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A naked skin,</div>
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Would adorn.</div>
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My Love, My Bangalore</div>
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nandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13740406645994685353noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187088569707590767.post-2627280895214742552012-07-10T09:58:00.002+05:302012-07-10T09:59:33.366+05:30Door<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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A door awaits you,<br />
Find it.<br />
A door awaits you,<br />
Enter it.<br />
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A door<br />
That guards not,<br />
To keep you away..<br />
That stands only,<br />
To guide you this way..<br />
That draws you,<br />
To whisk you away..<br />
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As you approach, knock not,<br />
It flings its arms open<br />
in welcome.<br />
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Pause a moment,<br />
ponder over,<br />
the trail you've<br />
left behind<br />
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Close your eyes,<br />
let the wind<br />
Carry you over to<br />
the other side.<br />
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As you cross the border<br />
Of two worlds,<br />
Place your finger,<br />
A delicate touch<br />
On the door,<br />
Like a groom does<br />
to A bride,<br />
Suffuse it's weathered<br />
body and soul with<br />
An imprint of<br />
your life,<br />
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Let it breathe In<br />
your travails,<br />
into its grains,<br />
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Let go your finger,<br />
Enter it, And<br />
Consummate.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">~nanda</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">photo details:</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Evening at Chanoutha Village</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Chamba District, Himachal Pradesh</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">30/5/2012</span></div>
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</div>nandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13740406645994685353noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187088569707590767.post-56195631896168395752012-07-04T09:42:00.000+05:302012-07-09T19:57:00.874+05:30He Trod Away..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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He trod away,</div>
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On his way</div>
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Far away.</div>
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Along waves</div>
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Of Green,</div>
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By the lanes</div>
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Of Earth.</div>
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Nature beckons,</div>
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Sends summon.</div>
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As birds chirp,</div>
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A sermon.</div>
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The grass blades</div>
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In the glades,</div>
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Snip his palms.</div>
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As he wades.</div>
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A faint cut,</div>
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Permits Passage.</div>
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Her Eyes follow,</div>
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Longing sprouts,</div>
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Pearly tears</div>
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Adorn Her </div>
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Lids.</div>
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His frame flames</div>
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And fades Over</div>
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The horizon.</div>
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Her heart freezes</div>
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Into the Dark,<br />
Fringes Of Stillness</div>
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Within.</div>
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~</div>
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He trod away,</div>
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On his way,</div>
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Far away.</div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">-nanda</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">photo details: </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Morning at Kuarsi Village,</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Chamba District, Himachal Pradesh</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">29/5/2012</span></div>
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</div>nandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13740406645994685353noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187088569707590767.post-78390908505743465222012-07-02T15:01:00.000+05:302012-07-10T10:05:03.157+05:30Morning<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The messenger wind,</div>
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Runs, hops and ambles,</div>
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about the leaves,</div>
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Bringing with it,<br />
Uttering of other</div>
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leaves far away,..</div>
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"Wake up! Curl up!"</div>
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"Droop no more!"</div>
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"The sun is out"</div>
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Wakes the trees up,</div>
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With a gentle nudge</div>
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Does the Excited wind,</div>
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As the leaves rustle</div>
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A Welcome to the</div>
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Cleansing rays,<br />
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Which nestles on leaves,</div>
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Penetrates the gaps,</div>
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Till they be trapped</div>
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In the maze,</div>
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Of knit leaves,</div>
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As Clouds smile at </div>
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this play,</div>
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I stand underneath,</div>
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Half wet with shine</div>
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Half kissed with shade,</div>
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The light promises me</div>
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Unseen Temptation, </div>
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The shade promises me</div>
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Seen Satisfaction,</div>
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To Whose side shall I </div>
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Snuggle over to ?</div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">-nanda</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">photo details: </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Sunrise at Kuarsi Village,</span></div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;">Chamba District, Himachal Pradesh</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">29/5/2012</span></div>
</div>nandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13740406645994685353noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187088569707590767.post-49583439559720004762012-06-12T08:49:00.004+05:302012-06-12T08:49:50.982+05:30The Temptress<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Eyes Of the Mistress,</div>
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Fuel A Fire,</div>
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Of Desire..</div>
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Lashes Of the Seductress,</div>
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Ensnare A Maze</div>
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Of Secrets..</div>
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In the Naked Light,</div>
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Two Bodies Alight,</div>
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Groping Hands,</div>
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Stoke the Heat,</div>
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Skins Melt,</div>
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Passion Reigns.</div>
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Lips of the Temptress,</div>
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Pray to be Prey,</div>
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To my Preying..</div>
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Trick Me, Trip Me,</div>
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Into the Realmsfulfil</div>
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Of Conjuring arms..</div>
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Her Bosom Heaves,</div>
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A Trail Of Pleas,</div>
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A Path I follow,</div>
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Into her Depths,</div>
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To fulfill,</div>
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To feel.</div>
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<br /></div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;">-nanda</span></div>
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<br /></div>
</div>
</div>nandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13740406645994685353noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187088569707590767.post-28197362117959024152012-05-09T09:36:00.001+05:302012-05-09T09:37:18.029+05:30Climate Change<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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A Bored Nanda Production</div>nandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13740406645994685353noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187088569707590767.post-29511656073311716232012-04-30T23:25:00.000+05:302012-04-30T23:25:14.898+05:30Lips<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Lusty Lips,</div>
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Mine & Yours,</div>
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Come & Converse,.</div>
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<br /></div>
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In a Weary Voice,</div>
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Of Breathless Gasps,</div>
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And Passionate Pants,.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
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They speak A Language,</div>
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Of Voracious Lisps,</div>
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These lusty lips</div>
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<br /></div>
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Drenched in Twists of</div>
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Tangled Tongues</div>
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<br /></div>
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That Seek to Only</div>
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Discover & Devour</div>
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Pleasure in Every</div>
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Whispered Fold,.</div>
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<br /></div>
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As They depart,</div>
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They Pinch a Painful Drop</div>
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To Savor & Survive </div>
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Separation,</div>
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<br /></div>
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Until they meet,</div>
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To Speak Again,.</div>
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These,</div>
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Longing Lusty Lips,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Mine & Yours.</div>
</div>nandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13740406645994685353noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187088569707590767.post-81747992617162116012012-04-02T09:43:00.005+05:302012-04-02T09:43:47.820+05:30Pages<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
Pages of your Life turn,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Stories Unfurl..</div>
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<br /></div>
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Places appear,</div>
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Disappear..</div>
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Savour some,</div>
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Skip some,</div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
People appear</div>
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Disappear..</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Savour some,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Skip some,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Pages of your life turn,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Place a bookmark where,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
You will carry on from</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
the next day.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Pages of your life turn,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Fold the corners where,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
You wish to return,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Again and again..</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;">-nanda</span></div>
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<br /></div>
</div>nandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13740406645994685353noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187088569707590767.post-41457810994396157462012-03-06T12:59:00.001+05:302012-09-12T09:18:56.642+05:30A Bus Ride<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br />
He stood at the bus stop,<br />
In the evening summer heat.<br />
With each passing minute,<br />
A bead of sweat sprung on<br />
the furrows of his forehead.<br />
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His bus arrived, he felt a</div>
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matter-of-fact attitude in </div>
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its approach, a service,</div>
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for him and many others.</div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
With no place to sit, he</div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
stood by the body high windows,</div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
that bared the world outside.</div>
<br />
A faint stream of cool air,<br />
blew at his hair from above,<br />
Beads of sweat left him one-by-one,<br />
Giving relief which seemed<br />
A luxury until now,<br />
Incessant banter and chatter<br />
of others around, dimmed the<br />
cool comfort he briefly felt.<br />
<br />
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The conductor neared him,</div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
As the bus wobbled and swayed,</div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
He showed him the travel pass,</div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
In his wallet, the conductor</div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
left to check on others.</div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
<br /></div>
As he was flapping back,<br />
he saw the familiar image,<br />
trying to peek from the wallet,<br />
He opened it and brought it<br />
closer, Her photograph,<br />
Much more valuable than<br />
anything his wallet ever<br />
held.<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: right;">
He swallowed glimpses of her,</div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
which seemed to numb</div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
his senses and surroundings,</div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
The banter and chatter</div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
went mute,</div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
The wobbling and swaying</div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
lost motion,</div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
The bare world outside,</div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
turned opaque..</div>
<br />
He lost balance in this state,<br />
of non-interactiveness.<br />
Which jolted him out of his<br />
romantic reverie.<br />
He looked out, at the bare<br />
outside world.<br />
It didn't seem familiar..<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: right;">
It happened again..</div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
He missed where he had to </div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
get out.,</div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
He missed where they were</div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
to meet.</div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
He had lost his way.....</div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
<br /></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: right;">
-nanda</div>
<br /></div>
nandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13740406645994685353noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187088569707590767.post-14888741321001287552012-03-05T21:53:00.002+05:302012-03-05T21:53:34.371+05:30Satisfaction - सुकून<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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मन में लगी थी इक ऐसी जूनून </div>
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सोचा था की मैं पा सकूं सुखून </div>
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फिरने लगा मैं, हे मेरी जुस्तजू </div>
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घूमा घूमा चारों ओर</div>
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मिली नहीं कहीं भी </div>
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<br /></div>
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मिली है इक ऐसी थकान </div>
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जिससे सांस की अंतराल मैं </div>
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कभी कभी महसूस होती है </div>
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वोह छुपा सुकून ...</div>
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-नंदा </div>
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<br /></div>
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An Obsession grew in my mind,</div>
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A thought that I could attain Satisfaction,</div>
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I started in quest, for this search of mine.</div>
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<br /></div>
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I roamed and roamed,</div>
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In vain,</div>
<div style="font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 25px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">
I did not find it anywhere,</div>
<div style="font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 25px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">
<br /></div>
<div style="font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 25px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">
What I did find was a Fatigue,</div>
<div style="font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 25px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">
That in the Intervals of my breath,</div>
<div style="font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 25px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">
Gives a faint Sensation, </div>
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Of that hiding Satisfaction ...</div>
<div style="font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 25px; text-align: right;">
-nanda</div>
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<br /></div>
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<br /></div>
</div>nandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13740406645994685353noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187088569707590767.post-28345436712138367692012-02-14T00:35:00.002+05:302012-02-14T00:36:04.139+05:30Of A Lost Love..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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A familiar fragrance </div>
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that stings,<br />A comforting embrace </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
that wrangles,<br />Memories of a Lost Love,<br />Will you never bid me Adieu.<br /><br />Traces of Trinkets </div>
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that Prick,<br />Places of passion,<br />where ghosts now haunt,<br />Memories of a Lost Love,<br />Will you never bid me Adieu.<br /><br />That time of the night,<br />Where your Voice left a Void,<br />That moment of Life,<br />When two Loves lost way.. <br /><br />Memories of a Lost Love,<br />Please bid me Adieu.</div>
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<br /></div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Happy Valentine's Day</i></span></div>
</div>nandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13740406645994685353noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187088569707590767.post-67622214468264611242012-02-10T14:01:00.001+05:302012-02-10T14:01:43.427+05:30Poem<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<div style="text-align: center;">
A Crescent arrives,</div>
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Hinting a full moon.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
A full moon, </div>
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At whose sight, </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
My mind goes restless.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Sighting a shadow, </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
thinking it to be you,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
This heart,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Lets out a lightening.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
~~~</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Where is My poem,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
The one I wrote in my dreams.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Did it melt in my eyes,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Or did the Dawn wipe it away.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Find me my poem now,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Or at least return me my dream.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
~~</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
In the evenings' dusk, </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
In the by-lanes of my mind,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
I search for the lost face.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
In the tarred streets,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
That melt in the heat,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
The love-lorn flower withers.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
With each drop of rain</div>
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Shed from A cloud,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
I search for you,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
In the breaking waves,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
I search in pain,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
For the lost love..</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
If I see your beautiful face once,</div>
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Satisfied I will be, with peace.</div>
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<br /></div>
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Then,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
With a finger tip,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
I shall touch you,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
And be born a hundred times over.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
~~~</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
That one look, </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
That one voice,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
That one touch I yearn for.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
The heat of that breath,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
That drops A kiss, </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Wishing it forever, i sweat.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
The sweat drenched shirt of yours, </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
I wish the smell sticks to me..</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
When your face blossoms for me,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
The pleasure,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
that pricks the cheek, </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
I ask for.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
I ask for..</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Made of Stone, </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
this heart of mine,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
I said, to you, my friend.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Like a flag struck </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
into the stone,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
You have sprouted in my heart.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">A Translation of an "intense" Tamil song..</span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Song: Enge en Kavithai</span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Original Lyrics: Vairamuthu</span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Music: ARR</span></i><br />
<br /></div>
</div>nandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13740406645994685353noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187088569707590767.post-91600465592360979822012-01-31T16:29:00.001+05:302012-01-31T16:29:48.625+05:30Regret - अफ़सोस<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Which do I Regret More?<br />
<div style="text-align: right;">
किस से है और अफ़सोस ?</div>
She Won't Sleep no more,<br />
with me.<br />
<div style="text-align: right;">
की वोह और नहीं सोएगी अब,</div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
मेरे साथ</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
Or, </div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
या</div>
Sleep too won't sleep no more,<br />
with me. <br />
<div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
अब नींद भी सोती नहीं है</div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
मेरे साथ</div>
</div>
</div>nandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13740406645994685353noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187088569707590767.post-62828236364699087592012-01-31T14:25:00.000+05:302012-01-31T14:27:55.297+05:30Defeat<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br />
Defeat,<br />
Is a Strange Word.<br />
<br />
Do I smile for,<br />
It, I haven't seen.<br />
<br />
Do I be Sad for,<br />
It, I haven't seen,<br />
<br />
Which gifts me Defeat.<br />
<div>
<br /></div>
</div>nandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13740406645994685353noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187088569707590767.post-30613762035738184772011-12-08T23:50:00.001+05:302011-12-08T23:50:51.081+05:30Steps of Love<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
Holding Us in an Embrace,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Two hearts melt in silent rage.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Yearning Eyes search in the other,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Finding Souls that seek another.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Late now to be afraid,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Love now, & celebrate.</div>
</div>nandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13740406645994685353noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187088569707590767.post-7587130940710987452011-12-01T16:07:00.005+05:302011-12-06T12:10:54.055+05:30How Beautiful<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Long tresses caressed,</div>
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Sway them Away,</div>
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Winds of my Passion.</div>
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Hungry kisses bloom,</div>
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ignite the dark room,</div>
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Flashes of Lustful Light,</div>
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Pulse through the Night.</div>
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Day breaks, </div>
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makes space,</div>
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How Beautiful,</div>
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might it have been,</div>
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had she stayed.</div>
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~nanda</div>
</div>nandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13740406645994685353noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187088569707590767.post-76529128188648005552011-11-30T01:16:00.002+05:302011-11-30T01:25:32.057+05:307 A.M<div style="text-align: center;">Bulbul's last day of School,</div><div style="text-align: center;">She would be free tomorrow,</div><div style="text-align: center;">She would be at college tomorrow.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"I have college at 7 tomorrow"</div><div style="text-align: center;">She woke up at 6 tomorrow,</div><div style="text-align: center;">She dressed up for college tomorrow.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">She was there at 7 tomorrow,</div><div style="text-align: center;">In an empty class, all by her own,</div><div style="text-align: center;">An hour later, there were many more.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">She was there at 7 again, tomorrow,</div><div style="text-align: center;">In an empty class, all by her own,</div><div style="text-align: center;">"I have college at 7 tomorrow"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">She was there at 7 again, tomorrow,</div><div style="text-align: center;">In an empty park, resting on His shoulder,</div><div style="text-align: center;">"I have college at 7 tomorrow"</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">~<span class="Apple-style-span" >nanda</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u>Aside: </u></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Inspired by the regular sight</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >of lovers in a park </span><span class="Apple-style-span" >during </span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >my morning runs </span></div>nandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13740406645994685353noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187088569707590767.post-8739137920238823512011-11-24T22:16:00.001+05:302012-05-09T09:39:20.090+05:30RUN !!<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxxdxsSlKqaD2pGyYU2LFEhR7iCJtWOtfCDzCQOETE57OemNXpgi1XVfZXT8c67JFnjZ77owdWKiV4tDF6REQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><div><br /></div><div>My extremely short animated video :D</div>nandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13740406645994685353noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187088569707590767.post-84181421073789251542011-11-17T23:36:00.004+05:302011-11-30T01:25:32.058+05:30A Word<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS4aXPvReiRBlGsouayyv2LUG9Cf_egh-7geTFBIuSIraj1rY2QCKUZUyT33NAHYTIu32RjGGGDV9c3W00nPBUFWSvAsn_1zEC8u-eUOy1iqD_3qSEXmh4Jz64RvvsNnpf3qtVYh-hskk/s1600/word.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; 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<br /><div style="text-align: center;">The Lashing Rain froths up a Calm,
<br />A Placid Peace Prevails in its Noise.
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<br />No, its Music. As a Million Beats
<br />Throb the Muddy Ground, Coaxing out a Kiss.
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<br />They Stand 'neath a tree, Seeking Refuge
<br />from Invading Drops, that Only Suck them Closer.
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<br />She welcomes his Arms around her, A fortress
<br />that he builds, under his brooding brows.
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<br />He envies the promiscuous drops, as they cheat
<br />their way onto Her Lips, Leaving behind,
<br />A Trail of Lust, which he Furtively Follows,
<br />with a trembling delicate invisible finger..
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<br />He claims her succulent treasure, as she surrenders,
<br />not with shame, but with a burning flame,
<br />That Devours. And when the rain seeks recompense,
<br />they bite a small nip, and Ooze a drop of blood,
<br />that falls along, A sacrifice, to satiate the rain-drops,
<br />with their share of Life, and they leave to scourge,
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<br />For another Place, For another Pair,
<br />For another Drop..
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<br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:85%;">~nanda
<br />0230 hours</span>
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<br />nandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13740406645994685353noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187088569707590767.post-62900933500588043902011-06-06T02:59:00.005+05:302011-08-04T23:44:28.443+05:30Sharpened PencilA String Of Haiku Poems that tell A Story:<br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Sharpened I, My Pencil Twice,<br />To Carve In A Page,<br />Letters Of Love, In Rage..<br /><br />Silence Evades, the Nil Night,<br />A Rick-shaw sputt-ers,<br />Dogs Howl, Adding Voice To Noise..<br /><br />Feets Ache, Sleep Beckons Embrace,<br />Red Bed Light Nudges,<br />No, I Stave, A Lyric Waits.<br /><br />Winds Arouse, Rustles O' Leaves,<br />Breeze Please, Take my Fees,<br />Grant me Three Poems, On Lease..<br /><br />~1~<br />Lux-ury, To Admire Rain, Or<br />A Fi-ery Lady<br />In Bed, You Have it Made, Mate!<br /><br />~2~<br />Sa-ree Clad Beauty in White,<br />Mad Mon-soons Soak Her,<br />Gods' Greed Claim Her, Be-fore Me..<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">~3~<br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;">Her Lips Tremble in Mur-Murs,<br />As I Suck Her Breath,<br />Tremors Can Quake, In Love's Act..<br /><br /><br />And So the Sa-ga Does End,<br />Of Leased Mid-Night Poems,<br />My Pencil Blunts To A Bow..<br /><br />To Be Sharpened Yet Again,<br />Twice, Or Maybe Thrice<br />Perhaps, On Another Night..<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9nNnq8dz23ayOyF3lECgArEKz7D95eq5LL1Vor4uYvC_g05iNbomBRrAh1WuttEtAwf9Q244uRFLkhhyYZbrsT2W9EFiBdlqEdMwS_bba7jyjcnDTQ9xhNN7uRtOdadiKevq-vY4a9II/s1600/image0-6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 378px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9nNnq8dz23ayOyF3lECgArEKz7D95eq5LL1Vor4uYvC_g05iNbomBRrAh1WuttEtAwf9Q244uRFLkhhyYZbrsT2W9EFiBdlqEdMwS_bba7jyjcnDTQ9xhNN7uRtOdadiKevq-vY4a9II/s400/image0-6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614864275811357458" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIZvmLPOHb6FrNerBIaLLoQxE_3cMb8acpFcao8erxBoGzYSByfgnwEK1YO9jXvgbhRJNWYJVTikmVVlh4AgFgeHn5Jz1tPUOik6k8imzwAHCwOgbQsQu6P4xKyOb3rnFnjpz-4vmETEo/s1600/image1-6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 325px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIZvmLPOHb6FrNerBIaLLoQxE_3cMb8acpFcao8erxBoGzYSByfgnwEK1YO9jXvgbhRJNWYJVTikmVVlh4AgFgeHn5Jz1tPUOik6k8imzwAHCwOgbQsQu6P4xKyOb3rnFnjpz-4vmETEo/s400/image1-6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614864281200178514" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:85%;">6.6.11<br />~1:00-3:30am<br />"Nights Belong to Poets and Madmen"<br />Who Might I Be?<br /><br />-nanda</span><br /></div></div>nandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13740406645994685353noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187088569707590767.post-64364805022497178772011-04-20T14:34:00.009+05:302011-05-21T07:36:53.451+05:30A Diner Affair<div style="text-align: center;">Darkness Sweeps the Noisy City<br />Into a Moment of Calm, & before<br />A Semblance of Soul could Stir,<br />The Many Lights were Thrust On.<br /><br />The time past dusk left the moon,<br />Perching high in the night sky,<br />A mere cotton ball, unable to cool<br />The baked Earth of the summer day.<br /><br />Walking along these basked paths, which<br />In their heat desperately try to Melt<br />Their way into my day-long Chastity, Beads<br />Of Sweat Leave me, fall to their advances.<br /><br />While They evaporate into nothingness,<br />I walk Past Along a path that leads<br />To a tiny Diner, Dark Amber Light<br />From where, Leaks out into the Night.<br /><br />Just Two tables fill the quaint space,<br />An Old man with A Pipe Sits in One,<br />Fuming Alone, filling with circles<br />Of Smoke that Dance a way to escape.<br /><br />I take the other table in the corner,<br />Sink into the hard chair, which Creaks,<br />Ask for a glass of White Sparkling Wine,<br />To Twinkle in this Starless Night.<br /><br />Deep Rivers of Age, Course Along the<br />Old man's Visage, Weathered look he wears,<br />And spews like an ol' vintage steam train,<br />Hoary Like him, That crossed many a terrain.<br /><br />The old man's smokes billow away,<br />Where the wind carries it away,<br />No, it is not a breeze, that i see,<br />In stepped a Lady, behind the mist I see.<br /><br />As the Fog vanishes, the old man douses<br />his pipe, in the presence of a fine Lady,<br />An ol' Train like he would chug to a Stop,<br />Smoke Snuffs Out Lest it tarnish Frail Beauty.<br /><br />She ponders where to sit, Or not,<br />The other table is full, of Dishes and Age,<br />On the other Glitters a Glass of Lonely wine,<br />She sits in front of me, with a smile.<br /><br />I sneak a glance each time over my glass,<br />Once, at those twitching red lips deciding<br />What to choose, Twice, at her long curls,<br />Wishing they spiral, into me, into me.<br /><br />It takes me 2 glasses to push the glass away,<br />And I now without a shield, without a prop,<br />Feel foolishly ready, arch to reveal myself,<br />What Am I doing? I hold my chin and look away.<br /><br />I look away, and hear a soft chuckle,<br />I look away, past her Pretty Floral Skirt,<br />I look away, and a whiff of her fragrance<br />Brings me back Snugly, Towards her, Into her.<br /><br />They bolster Me to look her in the Eye, In that<br />faint amber light, Spirals of her Milky White Eyes<br />Ensnare me into those Dark Oceans of mystery,<br />Lured by them, I drown, I shriek, pleasurably.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI4CJAWIKFTEwK2YFPZ70tQIVrrSprQTLgTIU735dMZhnyIV1nqZ8q65U_HrXg_sS7l4X555-Xhd23Ksv0r-7xJcXcnc1PztaQ-huTZjEiVHJRWLrejVoCcLpaLen2_hmzWoorX525Rp8/s1600/DSC_3121.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 249px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI4CJAWIKFTEwK2YFPZ70tQIVrrSprQTLgTIU735dMZhnyIV1nqZ8q65U_HrXg_sS7l4X555-Xhd23Ksv0r-7xJcXcnc1PztaQ-huTZjEiVHJRWLrejVoCcLpaLen2_hmzWoorX525Rp8/s400/DSC_3121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597942378864099682" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />The lady of Beauty, Beautiful eyes is she..</span><br /><br />What Is time, I not know now, I Sway there,<br />As those Eyes Puppet me, Where Am I, Am I<br />Where I need to be, Why What where and why? When<br />My I is killed, by the Lady of Beautiful Eyes.<br /><br />The Feast is past, Now is the time to part,<br />She asks for Dessert, No don't desert me I weep,<br />"Blueberry cheese Cake" said she, "Make that two"<br />"One for me, and another for my ............"<br /><br />The Old man Smiles at Us both as He Leaves,<br />A Black Hat to his Chest, Blessing? Or Wishing,,<br />A Radio kicks in with a Mellow Old Tune,<br />"Life is made Sweet, In a Moment or Two..."<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div></div><div> </div>nandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13740406645994685353noreply@blogger.com7