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by Gianni Truvianni - 2008-06-10
What does love pertain?A system discriminating against those whose squandered years have gone beyond a certain excise? For always it appears that this which to many is finest of all emotions between m...
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by Gianni Truvianni - 2008-06-10
Aqua Mara It is thee who beeth like summer's heat with thine radiance that giveth this season all that it haveth that encompasses flowers that grow from the earth liberating colors and fragrances of...
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by LAVERNE JOHN RILEY JR. - 2008-05-20
Design is a place. Design is to say. Design is this beauty, one sees on its way. Design always tries; never disguise. Design can afford... wisdom it buys. Design is for you. Design is fo...
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by Satish Verma - 2007-10-14
Becoming something from anythingwas a great bliss of paradigm.I take a dip in anonymity.You will never knowwhere do you start a rough patchon the road ?A prehistoric site could not outlivethe humiliat...
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by Satish Verma - 2007-10-14
You know I do not hopeany intermission,between life and death.My path goes nowhere.A hiatus between the mirrors has questions.From childhood I was alwaysfloating between the meaningsof lessons unknown...
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by Satish Verma - 2007-10-14
Death will not wait.Locked in bruises,I want eternity.Stinking pubes,micro to zerogravity.Kernel rises like a star.Touch was not realHow far you will go ?Earth was collapsing.My father was right,Don't...
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by Satish Verma - 2007-10-14
Integrity of door was challenged,walls will not take the blame.Tension increased between believingand non-believing.Did we listen to moaning of night ?There was a murder in broad day-light.Eyes will n...
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by Satish Verma - 2007-10-14
Like islands in the sea on fireand embankment crumbling,split amygdalas of trusted men -drew them to start a chain of murders.I come on my kneeswitnessing a tragedy of a city,digging its accursed soil...
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by Satish Verma - 2007-10-09
Secret death of questioning ghost,isolation:I was trying to hide behind sentiments.For wholeness?Walking backwardlearning the artto leave at right time.Escape defoliation.My inner green.A half-moon e...
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by Satish Verma - 2007-10-09
Dread of landscape, lost visionfear of grave,though he had loved to love the cosmic eternity,honored the freedom of death,aqueduct of life.Inevitable desires squeezed him,the dunes were rising.Who was...
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by Satish Verma - 2007-10-07
When he was not walking with his shadow,living in his own sorrow and hurts ;he thought, he did not knowand sometimes he did not think he did not know..And his cup of life overflowed with tears.Death b...
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by Satish Verma - 2007-10-07
Shoved aside for asking, for a mirror,condemned to live outside his self.Felt miserable. Abandoned the high-risesand walked towards the ruins,to talk to a friend. This man never listened.Lied in sleep...
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by Satish Verma - 2007-10-07
He was very sick of reflections.Empty thoughts. Between himself and world.To perform miracle without achievement.Wanted to retrieve the happinessfrom mortally wounded life.On the velvety grass, a chil...
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by Satish Verma - 2007-10-07
The sadness around the smiling eyesdid not fade. There was something unfathomable about it.Not his, it was his alter ego,he was living in strange depression.Nobody shared his room. Only moon-light sle...
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by Satish Verma - 2007-10-06
Some drag was evident;we were not keeping pace with each other.We were afraid and shadows werepulling us apart, murmuring wet things.A typical story of failure and vanishingimagination. Body limpas if...
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by Satish Verma - 2007-10-06
He was hiding it, knew its contentsbut refusing to reveal it. The denial waswithin and deception complete. Truth neverhad a chance.I could not play the game.Heart fluttered like a pigeon,eel serum was...
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by Satish Verma - 2007-10-06
Always resentful,we do not think clean.No ‘being' at all, the other, except human flesh;and jaundiced skin.Withdrawl, self negation, a perpetual obtusity;dying without death; a daily visionof mispla...
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by Satish Verma - 2007-10-06
Presence of essentia had an urgencyto find the locale of truth in dark matter.We were heading on the collision course.It was no comfort to have the courage.Being there, also was not a reality.The lips...
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by Satish Verma - 2007-10-06
After mutilated entitiesthrown into oblivion,thoughts leave the brain,giving themselves to elements of acquiescence,not breaking from the matrix.Sheltered memories,papyrus knives,and marshmallow night...
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by Satish Verma - 2007-10-05
Seeing was to know that one does not ownwhat it is. I was amazed atthe glass image of imperfectionand no body knocks out the shame.Parched land bakes into hard cakes,opens up to eject outthe dead rema...
