Daily Archives: May 3, 2017

The Philosophy Behind.

May 3, 2017thoughtsmeenas17

I like to swim,
float, I cannot.

I want to run

race away, I dare not.

I wish to jump,

leap, I try not.

Could be the Law of Nature.

I contemplate.

What would it be?

I explore.

Destiny overrides

I conclude.

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The Display and The Read. September 21, 2017
It is celebration, navaratri or the nine nights honour the Godess while the Saturdays go to make the day for Vishnu. Each household has a Kolu and every other read Ramayana. The month long festivities is a divine compliment with pujas and prayers. A sort of entertainment where the Gods and Goddess participate with mirth. … Continue reading The Display and Th […]
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The Unforgettable Days September 20, 2017
The reading glass falls on the nose, I adjust. The swing screeches needs oiling, perhaps. It is the morning sun, mild, nice to bask and read. Encounter a difference. A peculiar feel on the toes, a nibbling. Unmindful, I pursue, An encore, find three sparrows. I drive them away. They return. I go into a … Continue reading The Unforgettable Days →
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An Undefined Joy September 19, 2017
The sparrows come back. This day many in a row. I try to count. One , two, I go, but, they play truant. Finally, find seven of them picking and pecking my roses. The seven little sisters chirp and yelp Not once rhythmic. The bustle continues as they play game for an hour. I join. … Continue reading An Undefined Joy →
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But I Digress September 18, 2017
I cannot set aside, being difficult to decide I hold to my bosom they look awesome. What could be those? You poke your nose. There lies the fun. I stick to my gun. It is a secret, I cry. you insist on a buy. The smile, I exhibit does not show deceit. I skip the … Continue reading But I Digress →
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An Unusual Distraction September 17, 2017
It is in the evening I am in my parlour writing. Two little sparrows perch on my window peep awhile and withdraw. They tweet and sing shrill and loud go their voices. The incessant chatter lasts for a period. I am distracted. Setting the assignment aside I listen to them in attention. Melody diffuses. Shout … Continue reading An Unusual Distraction →
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Sundal, Sundal, Calls Ramu September 14, 2017
Love to be near the sea. Like to perceive the blue azure and enjoy the salt laden air that strikes the face. The tightly tied hair, loosens, falls apart unable to withstand the wild breeze. I sit feeling salty all over. A hawker, Ramu, passes with a large vessell filled with “Thengai mangai sundal”., He … Continue reading Sundal, Sundal, Calls Ramu → […]
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The Unexplained September 13, 2017
In my leisure I think of myriad issues unwanted and irrelevant. One such is that of love between man and woman a charming girl falls for a lad clumsy and awkward. I keep going in trends a clever one tied to a mediocre How do they get on? I am unable to comprehend. The incompatibility the … Continue reading The Unexplained →
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Silly As I Am September 11, 2017
It is a concern, throbs in and out. Seems not worthy. I rise up thinking of it in the mid of the night. Sit awake the rest of the night. It is a distress. I address a conference with a slur Turn a laughing stock. While I walk, I stumble in the course hurt my … Continue reading Silly As I Am →
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A Comedy of Errors September 7, 2017
it is neither a mixture nor a compound Oh! Do I refer chemistry? I find no alternative to compare and relate. The event of solemenity turns into a comedy, a comedy of errors. A borrow from the English custom, the community’s rituals take the principal, while the other communities practices penetrate with a bang. The … Continue reading A Comedy of Errors → […]
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A Bald Man September 3, 2017
A bald man has a thick moustache. The head shines and his curly bristle twitches. He is handsome no matter the sparse hair. He acknowledges as a dignity than a deficit. Wears not a wig nor weaves artificially to hide. Reason it not a reconcilliation. It is beautiful. I admire him for his dynamism. A … Continue reading A Bald Man →
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