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Aphrodite's Apple: Panther's Bell

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Tuesday, August 10, 2010. Moon peeps through the misty curls. Mysteries of the world unfurl. Darkness weeps in mirror rain,. Black paws tread the forest lanes. Fruit bats screech and soar in flight,. The ebony stalker prowls tonight. What can the predator's purpose be. For him to walk so temptingly? Is it the blood of new-born deer. Or the heady scent of her mother's fear? Is it hunger or is it lust that draws. The fearsome snarl and glinting claws? None but a distant tinkling bell. Satan smiles at fusin...

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Aphrodite's Apple: Who Are You?

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Sunday, June 13, 2010. I look within me. For a patch of pain that isn't there. A nonexistent little spot. Which was, sometime back, a disease. That had afflicted my entire being. There are no shortcuts. Out of the quicksand. If so, then. Are you the sunshine that lights up the cobwebs. In the attic of my tower of stone. Perched precariously above a raging ocean? Or are you the wisp of ivory breath. On a moonlit january night. When i say hello. I think you are a handkerchief. When i am a part of everything.

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Aphrodite's Apple: The Recollection Of An Eternal Vision On A Summer Afternoon

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Thursday, April 29, 2010. The Recollection Of An Eternal Vision On A Summer Afternoon. It was a day. As so me would say. Of sunshine after rain. When thoughts do flash. In trilling notes of pain. That said so much. And wormed its way within us. Did fight it out. We writhed like stony sinners. The man of stone. A god, alone. Webs of lust had woven. Opened doors to heaven. My blood and flesh. And knobs, enmeshed. Were pushed like lumps of metal. And plunged deep on their mettle. I could not cry. Wislawa Sz...

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Aphrodite's Apple: Splashes Of Cello

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Saturday, April 17, 2010. Hummed by the cello. Issued from a violin. Red is the shade. You could have spilt. And black is nothing. Just like we all. By the muddy smell. I know the words for the shade that you see. As a host of evil butterflies. By the holy light. Labels: Splashes Of Cello. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). As An Afterthought On Bhoot Chaturdashi. Away On A Dream. Dimmed Lights Of Vegas. The Recollection Of An Eternal Vision On A Summer Afternoon. The Song Of The Bluejay.

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Aphrodite's Apple: Robin Redbreast

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Tuesday, April 27, 2010. She was Madalena. Madalena, the young landlord's wife who had raven-black hair, glossier than that of the Countess. She brushed her curls gently, with the ivory-toothed comb and watched the flickering lamplight dancing in changing patterns on the road. She waited tonight, as she had waited every night for the last nine months. Yet, no one came. Where are you, Robin? How long must I live on this way? I named her Lilian, just as you wished. Much could be seen reflected in those two...

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There are no funny jokes here: Things that make you go "sheesh"

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There are no funny jokes here. WARNING Please refrain from laughing, smiling or even reacting at all to what is written. If you do decide to laugh, smile or react at all, it is at your own risk. Public approval of this blog may lead to your social ostracization and may also cause severe and permanent damage to your sex life. Please direct all your hate mail, death threats and naked pictures to:. Yes, that email address actually exists and I actually registered it! Things that make you go "sheesh".

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Aphrodite's Apple: Rainbow-Painters

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Sunday, June 13, 2010. I've seen you, glossy squares of rainbow paper. Hanging on the corridors of my toddling days. You've pulled me along on mindless capers. Into the depths of your meandering ways. Smoothened colours, like showers of sand. Monet's radiant brushstrokes set aflame. Gauguin wrought chaos without his hand. Yet no one knew the mad dutchman's game. In a wheatfield of netherland's plains. Furrowed strokes of grain turn gold in may. Dark cypresses of the mind insane. Away On A Dream.

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Still Thinking: What should I do? What should I do?

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Tuesday, April 17, 2007. What should I do? What should I do? A blog after a loooooong time. I must say i am tired and ditched my "email yourself your thoughts" kinda blogs. Neither i have enthu to publish my unpublished drafts. But let me say (or copy-paste) what I wanted to. I came across a blog entry. Of one of my wingmate, or my dear friend I should say. Here's what touched me so deep that i couldnt resist but to share :. Kabhi Confused Ho Jaana (2007). Director, Writer : Devdatta Gangal.

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The "Invisible" Civil War | Random Thoughts of a Demented Mind

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Random Thoughts of a Demented Mind. The Invisible Civil War. Posted on April 8, 2010. We have been in the middle of an invisible civil war for many years now. Civil war because it is an armed struggle by a section of the people against the democratic administration of the country, a war that has spiraled so out of control that representatives of law enforcement accept that there are large swathes of country. Is as futile as deconstructing a Payal Rohatgi movie and once you realize that she is essentially...