Archive for December, 2005

December 31st, 2005

Adam’s Complaint

Posted in Poems by Kunal Goel

Some people,
no matter what you give them,
still want the moon.

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December 30th, 2005

Masters of Fate

Posted in Quotes by duh nston

Sure I am that this day we are masters of our fate, that the task More

December 29th, 2005

No Images

Posted in Poems by Kunal Goel

She does not know
Her beauty,
She thinks her brown skin
Has no glory.
If she could dance
Naked,
Under palm trees
And see her image in the river
She would know.
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December 28th, 2005

Forever

Posted in Short stories, duh nston by duh nston

Go Away. No, Stay. Please.
Stay. With me.
Stay. So we can share our dreams.
No, so we can share our fears.
Our songs and our hopes. More

December 28th, 2005

A Senryu

Posted in Kunal Goel, Poems by Kunal Goel

Life with you is fun.
Nobody understood me before,
Now even I don’t.

-Kunal Goel

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December 28th, 2005

Heart, We Will Forget Him

Posted in Poems by Neha

Heart, we will forget him,
You and I, tonight!
You must forget the warmth he gave,
I will forget the light.

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December 28th, 2005

Is it too late?

Posted in Ishan Dubey, Short stories by Ishan Dubey

It was one of those annual events organised by Bombay Chartered Accountants’ Society. These events never fail to invoke a sense of deja vu in me, as if I’ve been through all this before. The same felicitations, the same speeches, the same speakers, the same client-solicitings, the same back-stabbings, the same plastic smiles, the same anger, the same joys, the same faces, the same everything. But this time More

December 27th, 2005

Home is where my Heart is

Posted in Figments, Neha Jhingon by Neha

You look at the empty room that you reside in. The ticking of the clock is all the ‘life’ there is in this vast emptiness. You lie down on the cold floor. You want to feel the cool that it emanates. It’s wonderful and you close your eyes.

You remember the distinct fragrance of the hair oil that your father used every morning. It’s one of your treasures, your memories of home. You remember every time More

December 27th, 2005

Half Minute Of Love

Posted in Kunal Goel, Poems by Kunal Goel

Note: Odd lines by girl, even by boy.

Can half a minute save your life?
Hey ten seconds would do!
Come on you surely don’t mean that.
I’m sure it’s not untrue.

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December 26th, 2005

Starry Starry Night

Posted in Figments, Neha Jhingon by Neha

The gold of the day, dissolving into the silver of the night. And you are wondering about a small speck on the globe. So small that it almost erases into insignificance. And yet he is so important. He is packing bit by bit of his life. Uprooting and then travelling all the way around the world to give life to another four walls. He works tediously. It hurts him. Where he broke his back. But he has no choice. Or so he thinks.

You wonder if he has had More

December 26th, 2005

My flower

Posted in Poems by Neha

I hide myself within my flower,
That wearing on your breast,
You, unsuspecting, wear me too—
And angels know the rest.

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December 26th, 2005

The Unfaithful

Posted in Poems by Neha

Those lonely days,
Those lonely nights,
That weeping face ,
Those crying eyes,

What she said I’ll never forget,
Those words felt like, More

December 26th, 2005

The Meaning of Life

Posted in Excerpts by Neha

“What is the meaning of life?… a simple question; one that tended to close in on one with years. The great revelation had never come. The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark.”

- Virginia Woolf from “To the Lighthouse”

December 26th, 2005

Love in an Elevator

Posted in Figments, Neha Jhingon by Neha

And then there are people who dont talk much. I always suspected he was one of them. But my worst fears didn’t realize until the day we were finally left alone in the elevator.

It was a really hot day and I was running late for a really important meeting at work. Some financers were coming More

December 25th, 2005

My Last Duchess

Posted in Poems by Kunal Goel

That’s my last duchess painted on the wall,
Looking as if she were alive. I call
That piece a wonder, now; Fra Pandolf’s hands
Worked busily a day, and there she stands.
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