Tag: creative musings
member name: manoj sanyal
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August 25, 2006 03:31 AM EDT --
While writing a verse
tingling sensational footsteps
with natural languid smile
like foamy sea
and her inoculate presence
with passionate wavy sound
in squirming and teasing lips
roused him
to swirls of . . .
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September 01, 2006 02:10 AM EDT --
Total life is of cosmic illusions
With various thoughts and paradoxes
And some philosophical perceptions
Whiles rule emotive feelings and vouches.
We are nothings . . .
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June 30, 2006 02:13 AM EDT --
(No pun intended … just fun intended)
Dear friends, I need your support
My marriage is in trouble
I and my wife have no rapport
I don't know how to make our marriage stable.
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November 03, 2006 03:39 AM EST --
A love poem as desired by Barbary Chaapel
…vide her comments in my poem "Thank you – my cell phone!!" …./viewArticle.jsp?articleId=281474976825027
Magical . . .
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May 12, 2006 04:45 AM EDT --
Lyrical drizzle of dancing rain
Silvery warmth of your presence
Magical nature in mystic rainy odor
I start journey with your love essence.
Cozy togetherness in melodious symphony
Echoed music with your . . .
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August 03, 2006 01:29 AM EDT --
"Oy veh"
That's all he said
With full hate and disgust
Just after killing by gunshot
"Brooaam"!
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August 20, 2006 11:55 PM EDT --
Tweeting
Birds in the morn
Of extravaganza
Bring the meditative solace
By their chirpy acts for living hood prime
To which we all wake up from sloth
Hoping for a new . . .
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October 06, 2006 01:01 AM EDT --
Never-ending emptiness
As if the path to cemetery
Shrill and hissing windy laughter
Of pessimism from sides
Volcanic irony of life
Swallowing the own self
In the thorny . . .
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November 12, 2006 11:47 AM EST --
Feeling strangulated
With perturbed mind
Queries galore
And mental agony
Who am I?
Am I eternal?
No life and death, or,
Just an atom of the mystic source?
Let me set aside
The philosophy and
Spiritual . . .
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December 19, 2006 04:25 AM EST --
humble effort.................
She had a sinking type pensive and sad feel
As if her blood being sucked by a sharp needle
Like pinch by talon limbs of spider with zeal.
As that . . .
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May 11, 2006 01:02 AM EDT --
Engrossed in the melody
of scintillating musical tune,
my inner soul rhythmic
is in tranquil harmony.
The nodes of life,
being played by the strings
of events and happenings,
echo my passions . . .
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March 13, 2007 12:06 AM EDT --
Living
I am today
as you gave me the beats,
your love shadow and full blessings.
I feel your presence as if you are here
enjoying with passage of time
but I fear that darkness.
Am I always . . .
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May 06, 2006 01:10 AM EDT --
How do I know if I'm dead? Asking?
Oh' My God, what funny questioning.
Dead we all with blank stare
With ghost-speak in nightmare.
I say, are you sure of your living?
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June 24, 2006 03:44 AM EDT --
For my friend Barbary Chaapel
A racehorse
as if perspiring after long gallop
with ebony glitter,
some jerks and whimpers;
Tremors subside with time
by love touch.
Curvy body in gyrating vibrations . . .
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July 06, 2006 07:38 AM EDT --
Which is better?
Happiness or peace…
Happiness is all pleasure.
Peace is just calmness.
Happy, we rogues
and peaceful are saints.
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July 02, 2006 12:33 AM EDT --
Love (American haiku)
All seek to become whole
Hums like nectar crazy bee
Fragrance always remains.
Love (haiku)
All seek to be whole
Hums like nectar crazy . . .
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August 16, 2006 07:39 AM EDT --
Suddenly the ghostly image surfaced
In wavy shadow and penetrating chilly eyes
While with choking fears and hypnotized feels
I trembled thinking that as hallucinating highs.
The ghost questioned . . .
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August 28, 2006 12:43 PM EDT --
Elitist ego
Naked birth and zero death
Be ordinary.
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August 30, 2006 01:09 AM EDT --
All rides are costly
From birth it was not free ride
I go back may be...
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September 30, 2006 11:13 PM EDT --
Just a bit more…just…
I could have touched that bluish sky
And perhaps, spread my hands in high
With the wings of ultimate pleasure.
I wish I were a Siberian Goose as treasure
Flying from one . . .
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