Down the memory lanes…
Imposed he many a restraint on our lovestruck bhaijaan,
who shook them off with much aplomb.
Surely, true love conquers all. Continue reading Down the memory lanes…
Tag: Love
Letters to a friend – VII
It may not be easy to put aside all the misconceptions and prejudices one has… Continue reading Letters to a friend – VII
Letters to a friend – VI
And with much ease, plucks the words from his thoughts
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And imprisons them forever on a paper, using a pen. Continue reading Letters to a friend – VI
Musings in a world of wordly nature…
In Berlin, a wall was demolished and elsewhere, new walls are being erected ! Continue reading Musings in a world of wordly nature…
Living life: Love
Is love being with oneself,being together?
Is love anything that we already know? Continue reading Living life: Love
Binding force
The things we love, desire, yearn for… Continue reading Binding force
Um homem cego e um polonês
‘The blind man and a Pole’
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A blind man.
Arms outstretched,
a fruit seller perhaps ?
Selling brown vegetables,
With white flesh inside.
Is love of a white mother
any different, I wonder,
From the love of a black nanny,
Or for that matter, from
minha querida mãe marrom ?
my dear, brown, mother ?
}
Continue reading “Um homem cego e um polonês”
Knowing you my dear oxygen
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Yesterday I felt what is it to be disabled.
You see I was working at the anaerobic work station.
What is that contraption you may ask.
For many a time, many others and I,
Have been in search of a place,
Where oxygen lacks its presence,
So that we can conduct our experiments,
In its absence.
} Continue reading “Knowing you my dear oxygen”
Love and longing in life.
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Words, though merely made of letters and shapes,
invoke feelings and emotions so strong;
Words are indeed powerful.
Pen is mightier than sword, it is said.
An injury caused by words is more hurtful than an injury caused by fire:
said Thiruvalluvar.
} Continue reading “Love and longing in life.”
PE-2 and CEN.PK meeting 5: Abhor
CEN.PK: Hi Petruska, did you hear what happened in Copenhagen ? Something terribly deplorable has taken place in Osterbro, where Vijay lived for two years from 2003 to 2005.
PE-2: I am really sorry to hear that Seine. I remember Vijay could not sleep well last week, as the question of identity was bothering him the whole night. I took a peek at his thought system and all I could find was this one recurring thought:
‘Why do human beings strongly associate with something and would go to any extent to nourish it’ ?
Perpetual Motion of Thought 