tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34796455632731686622024-03-24T16:32:10.579-07:00ICONOCLASTICwhat does it takes to be an iconoclastic??
It takes to listen to urself!!!It takes to travel a lot soulfully!!
U got to decide whether being iconoclastic is ectasy or a pain in the ass...
I decided its ectasy!!!iconoclastichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07113684753837796318noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479645563273168662.post-15238598539546159962023-07-28T10:57:00.002-07:002023-07-28T10:57:38.685-07:00ain't I entitled<p>Ain't I entitled, </p><p>While the moon, shines brightly at night, </p><p>always given only part few days to shine thy 100%</p><p>Ain't entitled!! For wanting to be seen ever moment!!</p><p><br /></p><p>While the flowers, metamorphse through millions of seconds, </p><p>to just bloom a few hours and wither away, </p><p>Ain't I feel entitled!!! For wanted to be fresh all the time!!</p><p><br /></p><p>While the tree bears so many fruitlings, </p><p>the wind, the birds, the sun steals away only see few riped matured fruits!!</p><p>Ain't I feel entitled!!! to claim success at every turn!!</p><p><br /></p><p>Life is Life, there ain't no success neither failure, there ain't no famous or infamous!!!</p><p>There ain't no happy or pathos!!!</p><p>There is just the construct of your mind, playing the futile game of leaving you stumbling...</p><p>Offcourse you are human, </p><p>Just be one of the million petals that still is unique and beautiful even when it flies away.. </p><p>Just be one of the million pebbles rustled by the stream of water and footstep finding beauty in being resilient.</p><p>There is no shame in being ethereal, there is so much strength in being still and letting go!!</p><p><br /></p><p>I ain't asking you to be stomped... but don't be stomped for because you are entitled to success and ambition, take a subtle turn to just live with the flow of situation around you. </p>iconoclastichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07113684753837796318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479645563273168662.post-90641945010073552102020-10-05T15:23:00.003-07:002020-10-05T15:23:54.581-07:00It’s that love<p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">It’s that love</span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 17.9px;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">It’s that kind of love...</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">Where the broken slithers...</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">And the hurting heart...</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">Tells u how deep ur love runs...</span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 17.9px;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">It’s that kind of love</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">Where every pain... hurt...and despite</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">Truly turns you to oneness.....</span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 17.9px;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">It’s that kind of love...</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">Where despite the beautiful roses...</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">I just want to turn to your thorny spines..</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">And bleed to love you...</span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 17.9px;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">It’s no love just embracing.. </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">It’s the disappointment....</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">It’s the despites...</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">It’s the animalistic... </span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 17.9px;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">The raw attraction and imprisonment to u...</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">Not your body or mind or heart... </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">just you damn it...</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">The indescribable part of u...engulfs me... burns me...</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">Leaving me with the eternal scar of loving you.. </span></p>iconoclastichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07113684753837796318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479645563273168662.post-40493721272815055652020-06-26T07:02:00.003-07:002020-06-26T07:02:56.106-07:00We ain't dainty, but deities<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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We ain't dainty<br />
We ain't fainting....<br />
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When u hit us with a million things....<br />
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When u expect us to be<br />
Resilient but obedient<br />
to shine but with within<br />
to protect but not protest<br />
to be cooking without sweating<br />
hair neatly plaid, house warmly made...<br />
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We ain't dainty<br />
We ain't fainting....<br />
<br />
Mrs. Lakshmi most wanted..<br />
Mrs. Saraswathi most respected..<br />
Madame Kali so feared and most worshiped...<br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><img alt="Best 30+ Goddess Parvati Images | Saraswati goddess, Indian ..." height="320" src="https://i.pinimg.com/736x/95/48/22/954822dfff94b69133dfcb56c5a6eaf4.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="240" /></td></tr>
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We have to be all of them<br />
At the right place and time...<br />
But Kali never too obvious...<br />
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It's the story of the Indian wife<br />
it ain't sad<br />
it's just bloody oppressive<br />
But<br />
Knock knock...<br />
the oppression isn't too obvious<br />
we never felt oppressed<br />
Just trained from child birth<br />
its easy peezy<br />
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So now we can mangalagarama send mangalyan to mars<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Women scientist of team mangalyan on the <br />cover of nature </td></tr>
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Heads up<br />
The oppression isn't working anymore<br />
You have just made us stronger than the man of steel<br />
<br />
We ain't dainty but deities.<br />
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iconoclastichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07113684753837796318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479645563273168662.post-23549841201711409352020-05-25T06:08:00.000-07:002020-05-25T09:04:21.309-07:00The female divination <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<br />
I am high on estrogen<br />
Hip size nein zero<br />
Trieste pas beacoup<br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">உணர்வுகள்</span> high fever<br />
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Sex ain’t perversion<br />
Sacred is my biology<br />
Without which there is no human race<br />
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<img alt="emily-ana-watch-the-stars:“ Natya sundari”" src="https://i.pinimg.com/564x/b9/1d/18/b91d1848ca22b359c3de4dfa7017387b.jpg" /><br />
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Don’t gawk at me<br />
Don’t awe at me<br />
It’s just the female divine<br />
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I don’t have to race<br />
Don’t have to run<br />
I am already the pinnacle of evolution</div>
iconoclastichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07113684753837796318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479645563273168662.post-51439454384683600852019-07-14T08:18:00.001-07:002020-06-26T07:11:21.813-07:00Never the less I was present<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Time passes </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Youth passes</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Ambitions passes </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Tears pass</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">so does the innocent laughters</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Love passes </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Faith passes </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">despair passes</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">emptinesss passes</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">but now filled with alien emotions not familiar</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">excitement passes</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Frustation passes</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Defeat passes</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">anger passes</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">So does the will power to destroy everything on your path</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">ego passes</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">self passes</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">selflessness passes</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">helplessness passes</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">so does the impulse to react to agony</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">left behind is me, with memories of everything that passed by... </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">will let everything passby in a recurrent loop again... </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">And one day I will pass away</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">the earth will pass away</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">and more will pass away </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Never the less I was present... to pass away.. </span></div>
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iconoclastichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07113684753837796318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479645563273168662.post-26157344407378674852018-10-02T16:34:00.003-07:002018-10-02T16:34:57.600-07:00WINK<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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For his first love three feet and nine inches high<br />His white pants and shirt, blue belt and tie, black shoes and socks<br />Were muddling along with his roars of tantrums….<br />Gifted was he for a fair mother and lover…<br />Oh! but our hero was so far from fair…<br />He was Calvin</div>
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Winning the award of tantrums….<br />Dragging his accomplice Hobbes….<br />Defeating the seven mounds of sands…..<br />And three inched sticks of white haired toddlers…<br />He retreated behind – his banyan tree….</div>
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Looking at the brooch,<br />Savoring his victory,<br />Wrapped it in a stolen golden paper<br />Wrote “To my love Susie’s………..”<br />Hobbes asked “Susie’s what??”<br />He WINKED AND SAID “SUSIE’S MOM”.<br />AND THAT’S HOW CALVIN NEVER MARRIED :p </div>
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iconoclastichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07113684753837796318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479645563273168662.post-3210834375140129782018-10-02T16:34:00.001-07:002018-10-02T16:34:46.148-07:00Knots<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<b>Knots</b><br />
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Besides the window<br />On the creaking old bed<br />Crouched and curled beneath the crumpled blanket,<br />With a worn golden ring,<br />a torn tainted foto ,<br />a glass of water,<br />There hid the most beautiful woman, I ever knew…</div>
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Silence was her speech,<br />Tears were her window,<br />I walked towards her,<br />gazed for a moment or so,<br />Turned, wiped my tears….<br />Lifted and gave her wrinkled hand, the fingers of my just born only son – her great grandson..</div>
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Serendipity – She smiled<br />And<br />For the first time in twenty years she spoke,<br />Yes, With a word not uttered, She spoke…<br /><strong>“With a thousand woolen knots that embraced my son,</strong><br /><strong>Knitted with love and last of her strength.”</strong><br />And That’s My GreatGrandmother.</div>
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iconoclastichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07113684753837796318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479645563273168662.post-86003043243199399132018-10-02T16:18:00.000-07:002018-10-02T16:25:13.553-07:00My little sister<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I don't remember the swollen belly of mommy<br />
I don't even remember your face...<br />
or how u looked like when u were a baby...<br />
or anything about the hospital you were born in...<br />
but why is this day so damn unforgettable...<br />
Its like I didn't exist before this day...<br />
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I remember distinctly racing on the scooter because u were born..<br />
I remember they told me not to touch you...<br />
but you were mine...<br />
So I was angry..<br />
I would sneak in to cradle you... touch you...<br />
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Aaah... I remember now what I remember...<br />
It felt like magic...<br />
It was the first time i felt true joy in the long 3 years I had lived.....<br />
Voila! It was the first memory I made....<br />
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How many every alzheimer's I would pass through...<br />
or how many ever alternate realites I would jump through...<br />
I can't forget touching you my sweet little sister.<br />
I can't forget how this little soul fused with mine forever.<br />
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iconoclastichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07113684753837796318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479645563273168662.post-82500139394614511542016-07-30T19:23:00.001-07:002016-07-30T19:23:25.494-07:00Why don't you to come to my Neverland. <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
At the brink of the sea...<br />
I sat there pulling the sun away from sinking into the red sea...<br />
painting the sky blue so that its just the right hue...<br />
getting the waves flow up and down the shore gently...<br />
and waiting for you to get into the window of my neverland....<br />
<br />
<a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NO5YVymeKfk/V51hBjqGgxI/AAAAAAAAEnU/LciC-NzoW9cyywsv-qaSnVDp_eJ2KrsJwCLcB/s1600/peter%2Bpan.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="191" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NO5YVymeKfk/V51hBjqGgxI/AAAAAAAAEnU/LciC-NzoW9cyywsv-qaSnVDp_eJ2KrsJwCLcB/s320/peter%2Bpan.jpeg" width="320" /></a>I see, you don't see the window...<br />
you see a clown pulling the sun,<br />
painting clumsy little white clouds..that is just going to drench herself...<br />
you see my ragged clothes..<br />
and bulged up eyes that haven't slept for a century now..<br />
a century, waiting for you.<br />
You see everything but the window...<br />
<br />
You were just right next to me....<br />
watching the whole world...<br />
you watched the kitten pooping next door..<br />
you saw my laundry piling up on the floor...<br />
you saw the postbox vomiting unread mails...<br />
the world wars and the golden stocks&shares...<br />
You see everything but the window...<br />
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But I remember once when you were drunk,<br />
I silently kidnapped you like peter pan into my neverland..<br />
we saw mermaids and bell towers with princesses,<br />
we saw a peacock with rainbow feathers...<br />
we soared high and never landed back..<br />
We were like the phoenix shedding every day's past<br />
and always being born for the future....<br />
But I see that you were drunk...<br />
<br />
I am scared... that now I can't go into neverland alone...<br />
not without ur breath on my shoulder<br />
or that magical smile of yours that enticed me into this blissful boon...<br />
without you I will just rip the colors of my neverland...<br />
Without you I will be no phoenix,<br />
I will just have a past and never look for a future...<br />
Without you my neverland is crumbling...<br />
Without your sweet little touch on my bare skin,<br />
I am afraid I can never open the window of my NEVERLAND....<br />
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Please, Why don't you come to my never land...<br />
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iconoclastichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07113684753837796318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479645563273168662.post-46795556957841845482016-03-04T18:37:00.004-08:002016-03-04T18:37:58.590-08:00in the vintage frame. <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Through the golden vintage frame..<br />
I see the beautiful drapes...<br />
the window...<br />
my coffee cup in white fragile ceramic with the silver lining.....<br />
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candle lit after dark...<br />
laughter filling in for music...<br />
tears held through hugs...<br />
and overemotional friend who would do anything for me...<br />
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day dreaming a valid past time..<br />
faraway places seen through the words of nomads...<br />
everything looked precious...<br />
the ink, the paper,the blonde and blue eyes...<br />
paintings made by hand....<br />
empathy ruling your head...<br />
I want to live in this antique dream...<br />
and be Human...<br />
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iconoclastichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07113684753837796318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479645563273168662.post-6359374172096221572016-03-04T16:29:00.002-08:002016-03-04T16:32:31.896-08:00white soul in the black forest...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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A gentle breeze of shattered glass,<br />
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a deep swim in the dark river, </div>
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with open eyes...</div>
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and a dripping soul... </div>
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I see a spine bent human, </div>
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holding to the black thunder....</div>
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with a smile and a tear</div>
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Engulfed in the music of white noise... </div>
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blinded in a vaccum of white light.. </div>
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with clutched fingers</div>
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and screams inside my head...</div>
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I see a dangling body of slender woman</div>
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moving to the music of my screams... </div>
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with no face nor eyes....<br />
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cold breeze splitting my skin...</div>
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warm blood oozing in my wounds... </div>
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Hands frozen</div>
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Soul broken, </div>
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crawling</div>
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through the dead leaves... </div>
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I heard a humming.... No singing... </div>
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"ta rumpum ta rumpum,</div>
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turn around</div>
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turn around</div>
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ta rumpum ta rumpum</div>
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run along </div>
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run along</div>
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ta rumpum ta rumpum"</div>
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and a whisper </div>
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chilling my spine</div>
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" I am the black forest"</div>
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iconoclastichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07113684753837796318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479645563273168662.post-39248010103456706432016-02-07T13:25:00.000-08:002016-02-07T13:25:10.544-08:00My own sweet tinker bell... <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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A sparkling snowy breeze giggling past my snack on one fine evening,<br />
so soft and so bright....<br />
Oh! wasn't it the the summer though? yes, yes it was....<br />
Well! I am talking about my dear lovely Han...<br />
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Whose golden hair blazed through my pain and tore it into shreds..<br />
A perfect nest that I could cuddle into...<br />
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Her oceanic green eyes just spiraled down all my mischief...<br />
and gave something in return, that would just make me fly like peter pan..<br />
Oh! her lovely finger that clutched to mine...<br />
made me swell with pride...<br />
shouldn't I be? oh well ain't I the one who has an angel for a friend...<br />
every time I feel down I just have to think of my own tinker bell..<br />
and Tada... I feel all well....<br />
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oh my lovely tinker bell... My lovely Han.. Love u loads...<br />
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iconoclastichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07113684753837796318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479645563273168662.post-7817715758576051982015-11-29T07:07:00.000-08:002015-11-29T07:07:06.991-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
enaku veetuku ponum<br />
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On the isle of foreign soil,<br />
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drunk, dry and confused by mirages and snowfall, </div>
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nothing smells of home, </div>
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neither the chicken nor the curry nothing smells like home. </div>
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On the miniscule of a second, </div>
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pushed and pulled by a million memories, </div>
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I don't know where to start,</div>
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neither the incense nor the silence fill my empty nights. </div>
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On the virtual reality of skype<br />
felt and unfelt<br />
I am longing for am embrace<br />
that smell's like my mother's jasmine.<br />
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On the flight back home,<br />
cuddled and jetlagged,<br />
I only wish to stay back,<br />
and stop saying "Hey its been a year, how are you?"<br />
and start saying "How was the movie yesterday?"<br />
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iconoclastichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07113684753837796318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479645563273168662.post-62458175454203393422015-11-29T06:58:00.004-08:002015-11-29T07:07:17.256-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Let the flower feel the breeze<br />
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Like a flower that cannot feel the breeze,<br />
her heart was filled in a vaccum.<br />
It couldn't feel any more the turbulent flow of life,<br />
She stopped and looked,<br />
Everything was a painting that she couldn't understand,<br />
Everything had an aroma that she didn't desire,<br />
Life was perfect for her, So would everyone say,<br />
What would they know?<br />
They just look at the mirror and reflect what they think,<br />
have they gotten in it to know its made of grains of sharp glasses,<br />
If they did and break it,<br />
the vaccum would float away,<br />
and<br />
hey,<br />
I see the flower feel the breeze.<br />
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Note: depression is a disease, yes if fellow people have no compassion. you can be a cure too.<br />
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iconoclastichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07113684753837796318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479645563273168662.post-81961293662769432392015-08-23T07:01:00.000-07:002015-08-23T07:01:47.441-07:00Heart filled with no words<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I can't find words in me anymore<br />
words are replaced by this rather formless beasts.<br />
I think that they are infact beautiful angels,<br />
I am not sure, let me explain...<br />
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They are these beautiful angels<br />
giving me light,<br />
They take me into this beautiful forest with scent that's so intense ,<br />
that it seems surreal, But I know its real.<br />
I know the warmth is real,<br />
I know the light that hits the nerves of my soul is real. <br />
that my heart filled with this beautiful angel is real....<br />
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But then something happens...<br />
My heart stops pumping blood into my head,<br />
but I know its beating faster,<br />
And then there is this dam that's about to burst open at the brink of my eyelids,<br />
diminishing light that has so far been swallowing the dark in the forest.<br />
It feels real but i know its surreal,<br />
or I want it to be surreal.<br />
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