February 8th, 2006
In Another’s Shoes
I had not to cast about very long for the motive a man might have in forcing his feet into Manderson’s narrow shoes. More
Archive for February, 2006
February 7th, 2006
Please Forgive Me
I know I hurt you and I feel so bad,
For saying things and making you sad..
It’s just that my love for you is so great,
I want to be with you, I just can’t wait..
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February 5th, 2006
Write something
Write something to suit yourself and many people will like it; write something to suit everybody and scarcely anyone will care for it.
-Jesse Stuart
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February 4th, 2006
Farewell
If I could hear you laugh just one more time before I left, I would keep warm on cold nights. I wonder where you are and what’s passing through your mind right at this moment. I’m wrapping up my small world that had almost begun to revolve around you and packing up to leave. This place was never meant for me, I know now.
I belong nowhere. Why on earth do I keep forgetting it? Your place is here. This is where you belong. Because it brings you pleasure. The smile More
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Neha Jhingon, Thoughts
February 3rd, 2006
A New Beginning
John Ramuskus woke up with a start.
John Ramuskus gave a quiet fart.
John Ramuskus picked himself up.
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Kunal Goel, Poems
February 2nd, 2006
Ice Maiden Facade
You’ve never been to a temple. Your parents couldn’t ever drag you to one. You go with friends, but always sit outside. You never folded ur hands in front of an idol, never bowed your head in humility. But today you find yourself awkwardly climbing the steps to this old temple on the cliff.
You are not sure if you want to do this. But today More
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Neha Jhingon, Thoughts
February 1st, 2006
New Beginnings
You try to walk… You dont know where you are going. You are under a spell. His spell. You met him in midflight. You were looking for nesting grounds… He was looking for beauty. And you almost ran into him. You almost missed him… What was it? You can’t remember. Today you are under a spell. He knows you want to swing sky high…
He knows you like to play with fire… He knows you are waiting to be consumed.
He apologizes… not for who he is, but for how More
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Figments, Neha Jhingon
February 1st, 2006
A Good Poem
I like a good poem
one with lots of fighting
in it. Blood, and the
clanging of armour. Poems
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