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Friday, 21 August 2009

Stars, Tides, Sundials

Floating down
A river called Time,
With raindrops
And thunderbolts;
Brooks and volcanoes;
Locks and keys;
Hellos and goodbyes;
Weeds and daffodils;
Realise,
Hearts are many,
Head is one.
Use it.
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11 comments:

  1. carapace21 August 2009 at 13:49

    very nice. :)

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  2. Bingo21 August 2009 at 14:03

    a very very nice poem.....should have been in the fourth estate

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  3. Megalomaniac21 August 2009 at 14:06

    Really nice... :) V want more !

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  4. vales22 August 2009 at 17:24

    neat. ..\m/

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  5. Bakarbaaz23 August 2009 at 19:27

    Since you wanted a comment.

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  6. Arun Chaganty23 August 2009 at 20:43

    I found "Brooks and volcanoes" a bit out of place, but liked the moral.

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  7. Kaushik24 August 2009 at 10:00

    I liked it, although I'm not sure I understood it.

    Kaushik

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  8. The Dryad26 August 2009 at 09:48

    It invokes pop-arty visuals.

    And I love it!

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  9. nerdyberdy26 August 2009 at 14:56

    "head is one, use it"
    :P ironic advice coming from you shmunks!
    btw, beware.. you have a megalomaniac commenting on your blog. :O

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  10. Bakarbaaz27 August 2009 at 21:56

    Munky fan club! :P :P

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  11. Uttara11 October 2009 at 10:20

    @Sooper, Rakesh, Megalomaniac, Nishanth and Shar,
    Thanks :)

    @Kobster,
    Get lost.

    @Banshee,
    What man? I use my head ok. A LOT. :P

    @Kogi,
    I liked your comment, although I am not sure as to why that has become your standard comment on this blog. :-|

    @Slinky,
    It deals with irony and contrasts. A brook is generally placid and gentle, while a volcano is volatile and explosive. Hence, the association.

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Thank you for your comment. Much appreciated =)