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jagadeesh
An explorer to the end, curious about myself, this world, life and a lot more. Seeking the reverse questions for the answerless ones that life fires at me.
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Wednesday, June 30, 2010
act II
Dreams,
Colours,
Innocence,
All fade,
In one act-
Of becoming a man!
Based on my photographs
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Thursday, June 24, 2010
beyond the boundaries
Daze cross,
Distances unknown,
Seeking reflections,
In each other's eyes.
Like whirlpools,
Silence thrives,
Swallowing words,
And then licking its fingers.
In time,
The night melts,
And as dews,
Mornings are born.
Distance,
Time,
And words,
They all fail-
In one eternal love!
Monday, June 21, 2010
I hop away,
From hip-hop.
I hate that crap,
That is called rap.
Filthy words,
And slipping pants;
Swinging hands,
And nonsense rhymes.
You call that-
Music?
Sunday, June 20, 2010
valley of flowers
In my lonely road,
I feel a wind that's new.
One that carries,
The sweet scent of a flower.
I follow the smell,
With my eyes closed.
Beyond the wind,
Into the valley of flowers.
There you stood,
Tickling the wind,
In your garden of giggles,
With your fragrant touch.
I stood mesmerized
Jealous of the wind,
Yearning to be kissed,
By that sweet smile of yours.
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