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Colours and light, joy to the spirit, heart of life..
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coffee, tea or me? one by two tomato soup please..
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Happy Diwali Folks
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Trumpeting Away
one is happy one went for long vacation of 5 days ok, so that does not sound like a long vacation but boo to you. one went to bangalore and then to coorg one stayed with elephants at the camp at Dubare majja came to one elephants are very nice and gentle and intelligent one just wished the bleeding mahouts/trainers would stop poking them with that stick one also wishes that the chains from around their feet would be removed but one was also glad that they were fed well and left free for most of the day to roam in the nearby jungles and their tusks were not mutilated and one was gladder to have been able to stand by them, scrub them and tell them about how beautiful they were one believes they heard and understood every single word one loves elephants. ok bye.
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And so they say
Bits and bytes go whizzing by as you wring your hand in vain
a dreary job a weary thought and deadlines to drive you insane
but there is scope a tiny hope a weekend to forget vocational pain
Ta ~ 
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Lines from a bygone era
I dream of a different world where the old gods meet the new where unseen hands caress tired faces where all is understood where the earth will rise to embrace the air when fragile hearts release their burden
I dream of a different world I dream ... of being understood
Ages after being part of an old blog post, the above still makes sense.
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Push and Pull
The bug, he bites The human, he moves
A little chequered bag A little chequered road
Adventures, good and bad Incidents, new and bright
Unraveling strings Unhindered moves
A long time A sudden pull
Homesick Alone
Back to the grind Back to the familiar
The bug, he bites The human, takes the bait. Again.
The circle, continues God, chuckles ...
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I cannot think of a title for everything
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Gone
I am not here I don't exist I was though I lived One moment And Poof*
Dust to dust Tracks and Stain Wipe me clean Call the Rain
Dreams and Sorrow Smiles to give Share it with another I don't live
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up above the pole so high, hangs a man, fixing our lights!
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