You’ve missed the train. The sun’s rays have left the valley. The frost of the night shall grow, and the thickening ice, like hearts hardened by Life’s blows, shall not melt this time, even with the approach of spring.
The train has rushed past, covering miles and miles with every passing hour. You are left far, far away and a huge span of time has engulfed the proximity, the closeness. Time that will not rewind now. I can hear the whistle of the train as i travel, and can feel the rhythmic movement, the burgeoning distances. Time was not left enough to say goodbye, you were late. Too late. Can make up for it in next life, maybe.
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By Flickering Candle
– August 20, 2007
On a Saturday like this
The humming birds have left the woods
The skies are empty, the song has gone
I am alone again
Posted in Poetry.
By Flickering Candle
– July 28, 2007
can someone tell me if it is possible to have two blogs on the same e-mail id in rediff? how?
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By Flickering Candle
– July 13, 2007
On a Saturday like this
I yearn for some change
From a life burdened by,
And sunk into- monotony.
Should borrow it from the changing seasons
Or the evolving mankind
Should look, search, explore
Or find it within myself.
Posted in Poetry.
By Flickering Candle
– June 30, 2007
A woman i know is absolutely ok living with her mother-in-law and father-in-law. But her husband wants to live in a joint family with his brother’s family included. Being much of an individualist, she has her doubts. Discussion with her husband is leading to no clarity whatsoever. What should she do?
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By Flickering Candle
– June 20, 2007
What do you call a Sindhi communist? Lalwani.
What do you call a Sindhi who falls from the first floor? Thadani.
What do you call a Sindhi who falls from the 6th floor? Kriplani What do you call a Sindhi who falls from the 20th floor? Marjani.
What do you call a corrupt Sindhi? Chaipani.
Why are a Sindhis nostrils big? Because the air is free.
What do you call a Sindhi who is forgetful? Bhulchandani.
What do you call a Sindhi electrician? Bijlani
What do you call a Sindhi Postman? Mailwani.
What do you call a Sindhi who is fashionable? Primlani.
What do you call a Sindhi cook? Kukreja.
What do you call a fat Sindhi? Hathiramani.
(no offence meant to anyone)
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By Flickering Candle
– June 16, 2007
Amidst rises and falls
Ilusions and disillusions
I swing and swirl about
Like a broken leaf in the wind
Posted in Poetry.
By Flickering Candle
– June 15, 2007
Walking along
In a hope to move a distance
From places that hurt
And paths that sting
Towards the unknown
With a hope for the better..
Posted in Poetry.
By Flickering Candle
– June 7, 2007
In a possible attempt to do something good, we often end up hurting people. I’m sorry, but i can’t unwind now. I can’t go against my heart, my mind and my inner stubborn self. Does it leave a bad taste in the mouth? Perhaps its got to be that ways sometimes. You may feel pangs of hatred, scorn or disgust towards me, but i just can’t help it now. The train has flashed past the station.
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By Flickering Candle
– May 27, 2007
Somehow i want to say it all..it feels great and sometimes not..living in the present or the future..i’d prefer the present, to savour the tender feeling, something so abstract as, perhaps, an anonymous blog! I want to say so much, yet don’t have the words. Well, if i’d ever meet God i’d ask him wot its all about..
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By Flickering Candle
– May 15, 2007
