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It would not be too difficult for you to understand what I mean to say or may be it will, again it depends on you and not the world. Gone are the days when you are advised that the whole world is your enemy, that you need to have courage, valor and guts to face the world. That you must be confid...
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I want to walk with you hand in hand,
without shoes, barefooted on beach sand.
I want to embrace you, hug you hard,
I want the world to pace up and time to retard.
I wish to live with you always,
and spend with you nights and days.
I promise to live for, die for you,
even to leave you alone i...
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My dear Painting, where do you want me to touch you before the first kiss? Do you want me to touch your hands? I do have a lot of magic wands. My sweet Chocolate, where do you want the first kiss? Do you want it in your lips? Please give me some love tips. Darling, how ...
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You can take me to heaven. Don't you believe me? Hold my hand & say yes for our love. I'll be in heaven. You can take me to hell. Don't you know how? Say me no & leave me. I'll be dead & ringing the doorbell of hell. For you, I'm no big deal. Without you,...
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Walking ahead of the times,
I saw dreams too big.
That leap of faith,
without the sense of judgement,
lead to a fall mightier than the
leap.
Right or wrong
is always
debatable, intentions never ar...
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They were on their way to the post where they would be deployed for next three months. The platoon being relieved, was waiting anxiously for their arrival so that they could fall back to safer confines of their parent unit. Some would proceed on leave and meet their families. They were happy that th...
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She looked out of her 30th floor window and took a deep breath.
The dawn was quite cloudy; she turned to look at her customer lying in a pool of blood.
‘I thought 20 years was enough to forgive him’.
‘But I guess not’.
30-year-old Kamala, finally managed to kill her ...
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A unknown, unwanted aspect of me,
a pitch dark space as deep as sea,
the peircing cry of a broken heart,
creeping down to tear me apart....
Full of aggression, regression,
the indestructible creation,
is the shadow raising parallel to me,
high up in dark, which you cant see....
I f...
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Mirror mirror on the wall who is the prettiest of them all?Chances are ,each one of us have at some point, asked this question while growing up.
What if the the answer was “No – you re not pretty, in fact your are ugly?”At the risk of erring on judgement, I’d think w...
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Sometimes "wanting" is not enough.
We have heard that when you want something badly enough, it comes to you.
To scrutinize the statement, I want to begin with asking what does wanting bad enough mean.
Does it mean the following?
a) We forget about ev...
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Tips To Avoid Emotional Eating
Emotional Eating or Comfort Eating is the habit of turning to food whenever under emotional turmoil. In other words, it is the response to feelings by way of eating, rather than physiological hunger.
It is an increasingly common problem with many of us lackin...
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The deeper part of the dark,
Is when you cannot hear your heart.Step by step you make amends, choosing wisely and picking friends.Store bought tokens take you plans, putting them in machines that make you dance.What a country town that drags you down,surrounded by people that makes ...
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Let it curve, Let it carve,Let it swirl, Let it twirl,Let me hit, Let me love a bit,Let me crawl, Let me calm at all,I use a blur piece of rock,I use some imagination from my stock,I look at figure after my deed,I look at fruit before it's seed,I take a rock; 'price-less',I make it a statue; 'pricel...
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Canst any human durst,Tarry against my mighty worst,None knows from whence,Nor shalt, my conquering essence,Nary henceforth dost,Quest my empire at any cost,I left the history to trow,Whither go my power's bow,Am the cause of,Dipavansa and Mahavansa all above,Bindusara's son, the world has known,Bri...
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This is a poem about my lost love. Please read & your comments which will help me improve my writing.
Where are you my dear? I want to perceive your dancing eyes; which makes my valiance to be drowned. No need for you to attend a beauty contest; in my heart you are already...
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I was mulling around my mind when it hit me how the Biblical book of Job resembles very much the divine bet between God and Mephistopheles in Goethe's Faust.
Mephistopheles pays a visit to Heaven and after a short dialogue between the two, God interjects by questioning Mephistopheles about ...
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Any writing is just a shadow of it's author. Once they're gone, it becomes nothing but a residual thought. One could say it's the path to immortality, however, once they are dead, they are nothing but a name. Their life, their being, summed up in an empty word. They are no longer tangible. Their con...
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Pondered this a while ago:
Books are my favorite thing in the entire world. In books, you are completely, or to an extent, omniscient and omnipresent. You have your definite answers. No lies, no deceits, no means of causing injury to you. Even the most puzzling books are str...
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He/She was with us for a year, for all holidays and for all summer and winter, he/she was with us and now he/she is no more, no traces about his/her position. to be precise he/she is GONE, but by mistake there are some thankful souls who remembers him/her while writing DATE, yes some peopl...
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Other than asking " where will 2011 go and where 2012 will come from and arguing about DOOMSDAY" which won't come till our presence. i have visited a blog and that blogger had listed his best movies he watched in 2011, so i got COPYRIGHTS from him and now remade it(no dubbing) :P
Unlike oth...
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AFFECTION
I read an article recently about some people getting irritated with some others open display of affection.My question is when is affection too much?Where do you draw the line?
Sometimes,display of love can be spontaneous.At such times,do you hold back not to annoy others and deny the int...
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Babysitting is funniest,enjoyable as well as toughest job i ever experienced, my little niece 1.5 years old is the only one i fear within my family, i can even tackle my mom's decibels but i can't tackle this minnow, if she cries or shouts there will be 2-4 mouths yelling at me.
I have enjoyed time...
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A Scene in Bus @ 11. PM
Mr & Mrs. X boarded the bus, occupied their reserved seats.
Mrs. X : Hey push the seat back and be comfortable, otherwise u may get back pain jaanu
Mr.X: Turn off the AC, already u have cold... it may get worst again
Mrs.X: Have a sip of water (forcibly sh...
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I was just trying to add a MUSIC gadget to my blog, should i add Spanish guitar ? or to go with insane Michael Jackson songs ? according to me and in my experience of hearing, Indian music is the best that i have ever encountered, be it Hindi or Tamil, i can't and you can't deny that. but my generat...
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