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She sits in front of me A row away to the right, Draped in those ebony locks A vision of cherubic perfection. She sits over hunching, Looking from time to time, Away from ardent page Where she talks to herself Through loops of tribal sketches. Talking of overt authority And the people’s consent, And their leaders true And their killer’s moves, What spins in your mind? I ask

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I’ve heard this before, Again just now, about Milling around meaning. Myopic nomads in desserts Yearning for better whys. Myriad hordes through time Enter this vaunted debate, Agonising over reason and how Naught in tales or lives Inspires great thought or heart, Never aspires to lofty heights Going on round the meaning cart. Admiring hawkers and vendors, Never seeing the

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Three have rung since midnight,My pen paws and waitsAs I collect my still friends,Those quietly yearning thoughtsThat meditate and wait,Till we begin the call to hunt.Friends and my matesAway in the distance,Perhaps by some need,Have communed, and areStill on churning wallsThat call to webs,Which stretch net-likeTo catch collected feeling.Over, and down hillsWe chase the essence Of my ticking

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There are birds hereThere and now in then,I can see themCould watch beaks and eyes,But then and now still I can't hear their soulsOr yet perceive flight.There still be flowersHere and there,Sometimes in when,I could look at themCan caress their petals,But now and thenI couldn't smell their being,Still can't sense their colour.I sit inside and out thereHaving held my empty cup,I had seen it's

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Pondering the lay of the worldWitnessing the way of events,Floating in this listless seaDo you not feel sick?Don't you taste that slimy slugSlithering ooze bold and thick,As it cloys the world and selfWith trails of fiery words, soured emotionClosing your mouth with it's clammy plug?Can't you hear that rattle and clinkThat follows the slam of drawers,As clacking keys move vault doorsThat clang

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Some time has passedSince the witching hour began.And having watched a dramaOf men and empire,Where Union Jack rode forth,Pensively I sitThinking is his language,And drinking his scotch.High in my house, sixteen floorsKeep me from the ground,I lean out of my windowAnd look.To the right,The dunes of Arabia abound,The desert that passively sawThe inception of man.Man who'd tread her sandsAnd spread

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The joyborn free gigglesOf those pig-tailed little girls,Skips on heat that minglesTo rides humidity's threads.A flipping coin to those adults,The plodding resigned sodsWho waver between laughsAnd tears.House, park, carnival or life;the background is an oblivious spectatorTo sundry puppet shows of motley souls,Celebrating humanity, that mimics convention.Adrift , bereft of barbed anchors, I watch

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The pen's whirling dance,It's twenty-six step tango on pageRevels truth, in what the mind could be,And folly, in only what the heart see's.That sensual movement of emotion's fingerDrawing designs on intellect's chest,Where each lingering stroke is, andHas purpose, beyond creation.Lost in transalation, lost in spellThe couple moves cheek to cheek,dancing on the beaches of infinityLeaving us their

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Lying on patchy carpets of sandy green,The day-kissed sky enfolds existence,In breezes of willowy white fingers,As for that moment, I live and write.Reverie broken by mulling disbelief,I turn my face to the gathering milieau,Of bellowing seagulls, that clamour to seek,The cause for my reticient positivity.The world's orchestra, it's unseen maestro,Sibilantly provide the fuel and purpose.Or so

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Back when we yet haunted caves,huddling around meagre fires,Peering past the mouth of security,Didn't we wonder what was beyond?Seeing mountains, didn't we wish bigger?Hearing bird song, didn't we fantasize better?Sensing an end, didn't we hop faster?Tasting failiure bemoaning we weren't stronger?When the night's quiet was eviscerated,By some jungle's feral manifestation,Feeling an almost

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The wily blank page almost took meBut let go, and bested me in disdain.Dissonantly, I retreat to the yawning trenches,Sliding, into that grim muted throb.Inside, the ones wear matte grey gas masks.Festering wounds and twisted bonesIgnored, as a field of eyes swings towards me,A bulb flashed, and in every eye I saw me.Peering past ghostly smoke, I turn to treadOver pulsing embers, alongst gutted

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Rampant humidity races down spines,The world is cooking, doused in sweat wine.Life on the street ignores the life-giver, the life-taker,an irritation like the lingering words of their maker.Cars barrel through streets helter-skelter,People thrum on roadsides seeking sole shelter.Pushing carts, hawking ware, needs must be met,In this democratic utopia with no place for the inept.The good people of

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Awakening light crept into the murky depths,Wary of the monsters that in the darkness slept.Every footfall the resounding knell of a church bell,Ringing into the darkness, stirring things dark and fell.Glinting eyes open in their sunken depths,A terrible visage where brooding malevolence slept.Cold eyes survey their domain, assessing all in sight,A dark shape shifts in the gloom, a predator steps

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"Million-to-one chances crop up nine times out of ten."I dont know who came up with that one, but its brilliant! Take that pessimists!

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Sounds of friends filled the summer noon,Boisterous laughter, floods of teasing, every one a loon!Once 't'was said no man's an island. Certainly, trueEveryone must have their own motley crew.Turning from the fun, I turn to the sun and sky,But t'was not one, but two that greeted my eye!Dark clouds stormed forth, clashing with baby blue,Rumbling, heralding rain, on swift Hermes' wings they flew.Yet

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The night was dark. The air hung with sodden weight.Ominous, the sky darkened. Storm clouds brewed o’er headThe wind reared anew, a slashing disheartening edge,Running amok in the crags, scented with pine and wolf.The looming spires quicken hearts in every chest,Nestled amongst the clouds, where eagles eyries nest.‘Midst these forbidding peaks, rising stark and steep,Old Mydraxxis lurks, lurks in

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SpringWashed clean the world sparkles. The birds dance and sing,As I tuck a flower behind your ear.SummerEnergetic, the sun bears down on all,Quick! Come sit by me in the shade!Lest our ice-cream melts!FallColours fade, heralding winter.The days die younger,While there is time, come let us frolic in the sun.WinterWinter thieves rob the world’s warmth.The old year fades away, leaving with grace,

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Hello world! Good Lord! Its been a long time since I once again visit these portals! Almost a year! Wow, that is a long ass time, especially on the net! But I vsit them anew, transformed. I am not the boy that was, but am ... someone who is one the path to becoming the man he will be. Old timers would read this sort of stuff and say, "Hah! Been there done that!", but for me the wonder of it all

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Dawn brought with it a day beautiful and bright,It calls me to revel in the light. Ah! Life, what a beautiful sight!But I know that this is but a curtain, as black clods garner my brow.I cannot see beauty, lost as I am in thoughts of despair and sorrow.I know the course of life sometimes runs into troubled waters,It's just not nice how troubles pile up when it most matters.But there is no use in

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" A good friend is one who will come pick you up from the lock-up the day after. A best friend is one who will be sitting next to you saying "Damn! That was fun! "- A best friend.

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"Please do not refer to it with something so crass as getting high! All it does is enable us to go up say hi to the gods, have a cup of tea with a spot of milk and 3 not 2 but 3 cubes of sugar, and come back down."- Aadithyan Mohan Kaniyamparambil

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Women are sweet, gentle, fragile and delicate,And it is to the poor folls that believe it that this poem I dedicate.Im not saying that theyre not all these things you see,Its just that they are thses when it suits them to be.When chauvanists say the world is theirs for the taking, I think that they're just making decisions which they shouldnt be making.What pray tell are they going to do,When

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Recently as soon as I got to M.C.C I ve been writing a lot of poetry. Those of you who know me might not think this vey surprising but for its really a shock that I can actually write poetry that people appreciate! Most of my poemsare in the classic Ogden Nash style of a-a, b-b. And now that I have enough of them I'll start posting them up now. So enjoy people and remember if you cant say

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Honour isnt about making the right decisions,Its about dealing with the consequences.Quote from The FullMetal Alchemist.

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And so it begins again!! I am back from scaring children, making fools out of cocky assholes, plotting mass genocide and generally trying to take over the world. And mind you I was so close too, damn my consciense!!At any rate, Im back to the writing game, dont blame me for being lame. The last couple of months have been quite hectic, coming to India and starting college here in Chennai at M.C.C.

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Human beings are perhaps never more frightening than when they are convinced beyond doubt that they are right.- Laurens Van der Post

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This has to be the longest time've gone without posting since I've started this little write up. And the reason can be solely attributed to the most abominable catastrophe that can happen to any budding writer, yes ladies and gnts I am refering to writer's block. Since I came home, I have been enjoying time spent with my family and getting back in touch with them and other people I know in the

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What I look forward to is continued immaturity followed by death.- Dave Barry

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Today, sometime in the afternoon I will board a plane to Dubai and leave behind Canada for may what very well be the last time. My foray into the arts is over and I have seen that it isn't for me.A year ago it was the same only with engineering in the states. My attempts at carving my own niche in this world have been failing miserably, mostly I believe becuase of my reluctance to see them as

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The invention of the teenager was a mistake. Once you identify a period of life in which people get to stay out late but don't have to pay taxes - naturally, nobody wants to live any other way.- Judith Martin, a.k.a. Miss Manners

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To paraphrase Oedipus, Hamlet, Lear, and all those guys, "I wish I had known this some time ago."- Roger Zelazny

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When I was younger, well atleast 2-3 years ago, I was a coky little shite when it came to my parents. I never really did listen to them, to be fair I always did hear what they have to say but I always conveniently managed to forget what they had told me 5 minutes after.I though I knew how the world worked, it was my oyster, I knew I was right. I couldn't have been more wrong. Sure I had a few

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The first of April is the day we remember what we are the other 364 days of the year.– Mark Twain

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You have your way. I have my way. As for the right way, the correct way, and the only way, it does not exist. - Friedrich Nietzsche

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A casual stroll through the lunatic asylum shows that faith does not prove anything. - Friedrich Nietzsche

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Faith, to my mind, is a stiffening process, a sort of mental starch. - E. M. Forst

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This is the hell girl, if you were curious. Pretty, in a dark way.

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Yesterday, I watched an episode of an anime series called 'Jigoku Shoujo' which basically transalates into 'Hell Girl'. The basic concept is if you have been wronged in any way and are suffering enough to hate the person that caused your suffering, you log on to the web at midnight and go to the 'Hell Hotline' and you post the name of the person you wish revenge upon. The 'Hell Girl' then appears

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Its 11:30 in the morning and I still haven't gone to sleep. .......... too much suger I think. At any rate, Im off to bed. May your sword slide into its sheath, may your wand fit in its holster. I can keep going if you like, but if dont understand what was just written to be sexual innuendo, thaen you fail.Cheers.

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Never tell people how to do things. Tell them what to do and they will surprise you with their ingenuity.- George S. Patton

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Question : Why does God allow evil in the world?Reply : To thicken the plot.

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A recent wave that has struck out from Japan, with the force of 'ten thousand blistering typhoons' in the words of the immortal Captain Haddock from Tintin, is anime.Japanese animated cartoons which cover a variety of subjects and genres. They include some of the best action scens, most perverted and laugh out loud funny humour, drama, awesome plot lines I have had the good fortune to have

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It has come to my attention that there are quite a few typos on this blog. Sorry about his, but I'm too busy(koff lazy koff koff) to correct the posts. So I'll just apologise, but if in fact you are in control of all your mental faculties, I assure you you're brain(meagre as it is) will compensate and let you read what was supposed to be read. For the unfortunate few that do not have said contol

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Never underestimate the predictability of stupidity.- Bullet Tooth Tony, Snatch

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I don't mind their having a lot of money, and I don't care how they employ it, but I do think that they damn well ought to admit they enjoy it.- Ogden Nash

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Its is true that a picture speaks a thousand words. So no matter how much I write, it wont make the same impact unless you see who I am to see what I am about.No, not really, that was all just B.S. I just wanted to post my pic!MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA(aint I a stinker?)

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I was catching a ride from Oakville to Missisagua to get to a party, when after remarking on the very beautiful lady in the car next to us and generally being a perverted man, I looked in front and noticed the wide open road in front of me. And then my eyes took in the wide horizon far in the .... well horizon.It made me very sad for some reason. I dont know exactly why it invoked such feelings

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For as long as I can remember, women have been going on & on about being the same respect and treatment that men get. Equality for the sexes as it were. Bullshit. So far to my experience, limited as it may have been, women tend to conveniently forget this whenever they want to.There is more I want to say on the subject but I shall desist. Not because I fear debate on my views but of fear for my

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Children aren't happy with nothing to ignore, and that's what parents were created for.- Ogden Nash

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Human beings, who are almost unique in having the ability to learn from the experience of others, are also remarkable for their apparent disinclination to do so. -Douglas Adams

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Earlier on today, as I woke up I saw a ball lying out in the backyard. Obviously belonging to some kid who had thrown it just a little too far in trying to imppress his friends (or so I imagine).Now I completely ignored it as I had a desperate urge to answer nature's call, and by the time I finished my lunch, I completely forgot about it. Later on though, I see it again and I go out back to toss

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I live my life guided by two quotes.. "Mors certa, Hora incerta" Death is certain, It's time incertain. "Life is a comedy, It's all in the execution"Life is too short to mope and sulk, and it is far too dangerous to leap into it without restraint and caution.Life is neither black nor white, but full of glorious grays. Every shade from dazzling white to pitch black exists. It would do good to take

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I only wish this were my case. As I read the poem, it shook my soul and made me envious. If there exists such a person, and I am sure there are a few if not many, it is this type of person that all should ry and emulate." I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul. "These two lines especially, are the ones that hit me as the most profound. In the world we live in today, there

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InvictusOut of the night that covers me,Black as the Pit from pole to pole,I thank whatever gods may beFor my unconquerable soul.In the fell clutch of circumstanceI have not winced nor cried aloud.Under the bludgeonings of chanceMy head is bloody, but unbowed.Beyond this place of wrath and tearsLooms but the horror of the shade,And yet the menace of the yearsFinds, and shall find me, unafraid.It

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