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Have You Heard My Story?
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Oct 2, 2009 9:32 pm
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Hey, have you heard my story?
How my bubble burst in infant glory?
I fell out of my nest down ten storeys?
And still survived would you believe me?
Could it be I had someone near me
The maker and harbinger of all my worry?
The spring of hope in my pip squeak symphony
I plunged the tides with my own defiant mutiny
No one with words to break can touch me
Who says you dare I ask thee
The milk-eyed wraith, when I totalled, stepped lower
And there sought me with his incessant power
I scrambled in my own fashion the lady wonder
The new-age momma with broadband and spatula
The power of touch heals only when you empower
The transfer from out to within through trial and error
Breath my lovely the murkiness is nearly over
Dazzling proportions now no infant but bella grown taller.
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Purple Me
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Aug 17, 2009 10:12 pm
Mood: calm,
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The misty golden showers cascade by my view again
Wrapping my thoughts in glimmering, subdued pain
Rolling my tongue around the sense i await to gain
My self I had guarded from dragons without a stain
Of gargoyles who prey emptily I tell them this
In life there is hope if you wait there is bliss
Where is this bliss they ask for you will miss
The one true pleasure we find is in our midst
For if you doubt the fool you'll be they insist
My busy hands they do the work in my list
My list has many duties I have yet to fulfil
Will I do it before the showers which will instill
And appease senses which my recipes for the meal
I slave over grill to sweat and serve my will
Which bends to my thought knowing no other drill
Than to tend towards one who has no need of fill.
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Purple Me
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Aug 17, 2009 3:19 am
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The misty golden showers cascade by my view again
Wrapping my thoughts in glimmering, subdued pain
Rolling my tongue around the sense i await to gain
My self I had guarded from dragons without a stain
Of gargoyles who prey emptily I tell them this
In life there is hope if you wait there is bliss
Where is this bliss they ask for you will miss
The one true pleasure we find is in our midst
For if you doubt the fool you'll be they insist
My busy hands they do the work in my list
My list has many duties I have yet to fulfil
Will I do it before the showers which will instill
And appease senses which my recipes for the meal
I slave over grill to sweat and serve my will
Which bends to my thought knowing no other drill
Than to tend towards one who has no need of fill.
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HAPPY PONGGAL!
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Jan 14, 2008 9:37 pm
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I'd like to wish all of my dear friends
A VERY HAPPY PONGGAL OF 2008!!!
Even if you were to call Ponggal by any other name, what does it matter? I'm wishing you with all the love in my heart. 
And for all those who do not celebrate it...have a break..have a kit kat!!!
Have a Grrrreat Day!!!
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Language without utterance
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Jan 14, 2008 1:31 am
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My friend speaks the same language as I
The language of the heart, I needn't lie
He knows every tick of my mind
In thought we are twins of a kind
I saw him once in a ghostly mire
Straining eyes threaded by a wire
of mutual torment invisible to rush
of commuters who stare and brush
past on their way to glassy eyed ends
the way that crystallized thought portends.
Why my friend I need not lie
When I smile you quickly fly
Your hand it subdues my terrestrial cry
Catching at dark cobwebs, soothingly I sigh.
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My chere
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Jan 12, 2008 2:44 am
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My cherie amor, I heard your whisper from afar
My cherie amor, your wisdom is excellent par
Why my amor, you seek to hide what you adore
I can't help but be thrilled to hear once more
For so long that my heart had sought so far.
La la laa la la laa la la laa la la laa la...
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Love, love...
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Jan 6, 2008 3:54 pm
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Helloo helloo...why do some like pretence?
Acting milky innocence flirting with sense
Ooh la la i like this acting yaar
Better than dashing Salman in pyaare
Love love love....that's it I think
It's Dr Love from Happy Feet, why blink?
It's only love with some passion i think
Screeching the truth which is gone with a wink.
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