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Just a breathing space away from the world we live in ... a lazy look at the world... and the theater of life.... sometimes cynical...sometimes in wonder

Saturday, February 26, 2011

Desperado. Why don't u come to ur senses. Dedicated to those two legged creatures on two wheelers whose Guardian Angels do overtime. And to those who think the road is the Stairway to Heaven. Or Hell. Whatever.

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Wednesday, February 23, 2011

If u extrapolate back into time, all those with whom u r harmonized in thoughts - u may find that in one co-ordinate of time and space, u had shared a school , a college, a city or a book.

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Sunday, February 20, 2011

A part of the artist lies in each of his composition. To be true to his feelings, he can never lie. To experience the gamut of his feelings he needs to shift his emotions. The world crucifies him for being so without realising the birth pain of creation.

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Wednesday, February 9, 2011

A thin crescent of a moon is hanging precariously from the edge of a star dimpled sky. The winter is in a dilemma over its existence. A wind half hearted ly picks up the remnants of a winter and sings soulfully.

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Sunday, February 6, 2011

The day tripped on time, hopped on hours, mapped to minutes, stapled to seconds. We have lost the sense of continuity by digitalising an analogous entity.

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