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Say a few words. ~ Rachel
A search for happiness is nothing but finding a home in a hearts of few so safe..that you cant help but keep trying to stay in. Hope yall still want in.
~Shraddha
A search for happiness is nothing but finding a home in a hearts of few so safe..that you cant help but keep trying to stay in. Hope yall still want in.
~Shraddha
In a while,looking at a few old words you wrote once,
some being those, which makes you wonder how you wrote it,
unless you got that ardour , that small drug you were addicted with,that small shelter, that old family. Makes you silent.
In a while, now writing a few words. And that exhilation to share it,ain't the same. And you think about the old time.
Makes you silent again.
~ Manisha.
One day when I get superpowers (ahem), I'd ask you to hold my hands and I would make you see what I see. Feel, How I feel. I would want to have you look at the world, the stars, the moon, the ocean, the way I see them. And in that maelstrom of visions I would get to see the world in your image. Experience this sanctum through your eyes. And then when I write, that would be my greatest work ever. Because It would have been written by all of us and none of us. But I don't have superpowers, so lets make this place, the sanctum in my dream.
~Sharad
One day when I get superpowers (ahem), I'd ask you to hold my hands and I would make you see what I see. Feel, How I feel. I would want to have you look at the world, the stars, the moon, the ocean, the way I see them. And in that maelstrom of visions I would get to see the world in your image. Experience this sanctum through your eyes. And then when I write, that would be my greatest work ever. Because It would have been written by all of us and none of us. But I don't have superpowers, so lets make this place, the sanctum in my dream.
~Sharad
Monday, November 23, 2009
Departure
Walking among woods
never did a shepherd
found his lost sheep
Everything breaks,
even a stone,
but the mountains
couldn't cry,
whispered the sky
to lend them some rain
as they counted clouds
touching and leaving away.
The hands that cupped
to hold a river
moved away,
and never were
the two grains seen,
one that slipped away
and the other
that tried to
built a shelter
in between
the walls of
two fingers,
two grains of sand
attached to
one branch
no one saw
when they met
became one
and left.
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The idea was really good but the construct was to weak to support it in my head
ReplyDeleteas in, it lacked in fluidity.
When i read it i felt literally felt breaks for some reason...which isnt a bad thing..but still kind of disrupts and disorients you a lil bit. No?
I wish the authors would mention their names...i really do.
yeah breaks..
ReplyDeletethey were written separately n joined/
Pretty, it is quite pretty.
ReplyDeleteLike truly a leaf falling to the floor
Graceful like.
hmmm i guess she has mentioned her name... yeah i too felt it was kinda hard to read cause it broke so much.. kinda relaxing and it was good in a diff way.. the last part was amazingly written..
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