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  <title>The lizard dance</title>
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  <description> The fears, the dances, the exotica. 
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   <title>return</title>
   <description>Reason,  
gives in to longing 
season by season. 
 
 
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   <link>http://blogs.fullhyderabad.com/showblog.php?op=ViewArticle&amp;articleId=2489&amp;blogId=208</link>
      <pubDate>Thu, 08 Jun 2006 12:49:11 +0000</pubDate>   
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   <title>And now!</title>
   <description>And now, they have started deleting my blog entries, what the fuck is this world coming to? 
Maybe its time to shift base camps. 
good bye fullhyd!</description>
   <link>http://blogs.fullhyderabad.com/showblog.php?op=ViewArticle&amp;articleId=2080&amp;blogId=208</link>
      <pubDate>Thu, 20 Oct 2005 08:27:41 +0000</pubDate>   
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   <title>Ode to the unremembered</title>
   <description>It always takes a genius 
to feel dumb 
like the ocean at neap tide 
haywire and numb  
 
I salute thee, my friend 
for the few moments of childish  
conversations, bubbling words,  
of bus rides to dawn,  
happy never ending, thoughts 
in myraid dimensions. 
 
As said Nietzsche, 
'Though the favorites of the gods die young, 
they also live eternally in the company of gods' 
 
you will be missed! 
 
J</description>
   <link>http://blogs.fullhyderabad.com/showblog.php?op=ViewArticle&amp;articleId=2056&amp;blogId=208</link>
      <pubDate>Tue, 11 Oct 2005 06:43:04 +0000</pubDate>   
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   <title>Waterlogged hope</title>
   <description>Anger, like a red paint 
spilled over  
fields ever-green, 
of happy talk. 
 
Broken, into dark smooth  
curves of charcoal trails 
of tears of sadness  
in the farmers eyes 
by thunderstorms  
before the harvest hour. 
  
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   <link>http://blogs.fullhyderabad.com/showblog.php?op=ViewArticle&amp;articleId=2029&amp;blogId=208</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 26 Sep 2005 08:50:37 +0000</pubDate>   
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   <title>say what?</title>
   <description>How many lifes would it take to get used to living? 
 
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"You got to let go of what you love 
it will come back to you if it really belongs to you".  
Oh Buddha, how does this fit in with your teachings that nothing you own actually belongs to you?
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   <link>http://blogs.fullhyderabad.com/showblog.php?op=ViewArticle&amp;articleId=2014&amp;blogId=208</link>
      <pubDate>Thu, 15 Sep 2005 08:55:30 +0000</pubDate>   
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   <title>Cycles.</title>
   <description>Breathe-breed-breathe 
dig holes-erect poles 
kill a few tigers, 
fix satellites, fly kites 
make them go poo-poo  
round and round, around us. 
Switch on your television, 
bitch about commercialisation 
Breathe-breed-breathe 
 
Race you car at high speeds 
crash into the sleepy truck 
watch yourself in slow motion  
and see the city lights  
outnumber the stars by ten to two 
and if you can fuck, fuck the world  
the world's waiting to be fucked. 
Breathe-breed-breathe 
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   <link>http://blogs.fullhyderabad.com/showblog.php?op=ViewArticle&amp;articleId=2010&amp;blogId=208</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 12 Sep 2005 05:22:17 +0000</pubDate>   
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   <title>An ode to the king</title>
   <description> 
Shining shining, the night is shining 
Tweaky tweaky, my life is turning. 
Imaginary friends all crawling 
into the cask with snakes and lovers 
 
Shining shining, the night is shining 
riding riding, my back is hurting. 
Distant drum beats and the ancient theatre 
screeching lions eating lame warriors. 
 
Shining shining, the night is shining 
slowly slowly, the music's dying.  
exorcism, the monsters mating in my bed 
by my ribs and the little Spanish lady. 
 
 
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   <link>http://blogs.fullhyderabad.com/showblog.php?op=ViewArticle&amp;articleId=1989&amp;blogId=208</link>
      <pubDate>Wed, 31 Aug 2005 09:34:40 +0000</pubDate>   
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   <title>My Voice</title>
   <description> 
I refuse to consider myself a part of Asia. The mighty Himalayas stand testimony to my decree; I was born a wanderer, thats my destiny. I call myself paradise, they call me Bharat.</description>
   <link>http://blogs.fullhyderabad.com/showblog.php?op=ViewArticle&amp;articleId=1970&amp;blogId=208</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 15 Aug 2005 06:31:23 +0000</pubDate>   
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   <title>Consort</title>
   <description>Creeping vines 
Grapes and women 
vernalise  
in the winter cold. 
Dispassionate 
cold 
ugly  
winters of life. 
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   <link>http://blogs.fullhyderabad.com/showblog.php?op=ViewArticle&amp;articleId=1968&amp;blogId=208</link>
      <pubDate>Fri, 12 Aug 2005 09:47:35 +0000</pubDate>   
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   <title>progress</title>
   <description>Mythical evolution 
or progressive reincarnation? 
 
Where do I stand 
after my foot space 
subjugates my mother,
my earth.
? 
 
genetic revolution 
utopian reserruction? 
 
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   <link>http://blogs.fullhyderabad.com/showblog.php?op=ViewArticle&amp;articleId=1963&amp;blogId=208</link>
      <pubDate>Wed, 10 Aug 2005 11:31:48 +0000</pubDate>   
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