Tag: #glopowrimo
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The Crow on the Railing
When I was kid at the school I saw, one day, a body wrapped in woolen rug Lying by the side of the road just down the bridge where I used to take turn to my home. There was a body we, me and my friends, know very well. But, we don’t know what would […]
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I Found in the Narrow Wooden Chest (‘fore Carpenter Taken It Away)
(In the bottom drawer,) The saucepan, burnt and without a handle, medium in size. The age old muffler, brown, belonging to my father, I never came to know. The winter clothes, sweaters and woolen shirts and t-shirts, those I’ll never wear again. The kantha or baby-wrapping clothes made from an old sharee of Ma; belonging […]
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Eighteenth Evening
Scene: The chamber of King Dhritarashtra is dimly lightened as he sat on his throne (asanas) in silent. He was silent and lost. Sanjay his charioteer and adviser is only with him. He is standing at the windows of the chamber and looking over the vast expanse of exterior of Hastinapur. The Battle of Kurukshetra […]
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It or Eat: Bacon to Lost Weights
For more than a year, my fiance asking me to lose it in my ears. The wetty (is it weighty) extras seems to be a lead, not letting me to lead to loose. Exercising her right of love, she let me to exercise every morning– Adjusting my time to write, Making my drowsiness of the […]
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Cursed
Dedicated to Bram Stoker… — when the sky will be silver, and the mango tree will suspire the breeze, that’s when I’ll come to you like the ebb tide touches the bank, dry, on the full moon with passion. a nomad I’ve been for so many centuries; hiding and surviving anyhow and now I’m going […]
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