Voices वाणी

Life is a melange of moments. Some get imprinted as memories... most drift away in the sands of time... Some of those that were lost could have helped us grow and others that could have helped us smile. This is my attempt to capture these quivering voices before they drown in the gushing rivers of our experiences.

Wednesday, 10 October 2012

Random rhymes

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A constructed haze of order interrupted by the oozing rhapsody of chaos. An expanse of space flooded with dreams and memories of lives live...
Sunday, 21 September 2008

'A'muse

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Drape the sky

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Reaching out

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These blinds

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A slanted ray of golden sun another cloudy day seems done. Through these blinds I do not see what lies beyond that's wild and free I awa...
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Thursday, 3 July 2008

Flames and Ashes

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Stop. Breathe The sky is ablaze... A blanket of dull grey... ripped through the centre... and through it gleams a bright blue... the water f...
Monday, 23 June 2008

The sunburnt smile

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There was once a man who was stuck temporarily in the fallouts of his own choices. He didn't complain and went on living life with the s...
Saturday, 31 May 2008

Dew drops

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Feel

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The centre of my being...
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Saturday, 24 May 2008

भारत और हम

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Here I am sitting in Geneva, writing about India and us. Ironic? Not the way I see it. I ask myself why I love my country because I'm no...
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M. James
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"Throughout the centuries there were men who took first steps down new roads armed with nothing but their own vision." - Ayn Rand
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