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Wednesday, April 19, 2006
Of knowing I was wrong
Regret, desire to rewind time
To change past o the power to do that
of loss the pain
love gone
adoration lost
a missed prayer
unanswered
pain
of a broken worship
a broken god
a ruined temple
sanctity of love
a treasure lost
Sunday, April 09, 2006
The World Stopped Moving
Where was I?
Where did I come from?
Where was my purpose?
Where is life?
Where are the surprises?
The happiness?
Fullfilment?
Where is the satisfaction-
Of being where I am?
Where is today?
Where will I be
Twenty years from now?
Where is my identity?
My mission?
Heritage?
Where is my culture?
My flag?
Country.
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
Acknowledgments
Indian women to me are loving persons who lose their heart at first sight. Their unrequitted love could only die out with the dying out cinders of their funeral pyre. I would have preferred it if Jasmine had remained loyal to her dead husband, or even love only Taylor. But she goes on to have some paralysed man's baby and doesn't marry him and elopes with Taylor in the end. Fickle!