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 <id>tag:blogs.fullhyderabad.com,2005-06-05:1856</id>
 <title>Me?</title> 
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 <updated>2005-06-05T12:06:59+05:30</updated> 
 <summary type="text">I am a thought, I am my mind, I see all but am I blind? I am a pleasure, I am lust, I am magic, but is it dust? I am a woman, I am my child, I am lethal but is that wild? I am a now, I am here, I ...</summary> 
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 I am a thought, I am my mind, I see all but am I blind? I am a pleasure, I am lust, I am magic, but is it dust? I am a woman, I am my child, I am lethal but is that wild? I am a now, I am here, I am love but do I care? 
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 <title>Trying so hard not to be...</title> 
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 <updated>2005-05-23T01:48:06+05:30</updated> 
 <summary type="text">  They live, they wont die, they haunt your insides.  
  They predate, they wont leave, they peep through your eyes.  
  I wrote these few lines and just couldn&#039;t go any further. Thank God, I am ...</summary> 
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   They live, they wont die, they haunt your insides.  
  They predate, they wont leave, they peep through your eyes.  
  I wrote these few lines and just couldn't go any further. Thank God, I am still a few steps away from being a Rock Star.   
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 <id>tag:blogs.fullhyderabad.com,2005-03-20:1663</id>
 <title>I believe I belie my beliefs</title> 
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 <updated>2005-03-20T11:37:39+05:30</updated> 
 <summary type="text">I wish there were something new, 
I wish it were now. 
I wish it would happen to me, 
I wish, I wish and how! 
 
I wish for it to rain, 
And a forever season of springs. 
I wish joy were ...</summary> 
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 I wish there were something new, 
I wish it were now. 
I wish it would happen to me, 
I wish, I wish and how! 
 
I wish for it to rain, 
And a forever season of springs. 
I wish joy were sprinkled 
when fairies shook their wings. 
 
I wish I saw toadstools 
And little imps hide away 
I wish there were knights 
And dragons for them to slay. 
 
I wish I didn't grow up 
And lose faith along the way. 
I wish I could still believe 
Love was here to stay. 
 
I wish I heard the spoken words 
And not look for give-away signs 
I wish I could simply read 
And not between the lines. 
 
I wish when the caterpillar died 
I could hurt and cry. 
I wish I could again rejoice 
on the birth of the butterfly. 
 
I wish I didn't see it all 
As the cosmic trade-off 
I wish magic came my way 
And let my expression un-scoff. 
 
How I wish there was something new, 
And I wish it were now. 
I wish it would happen to me, 
I wish, I wish and how! 
 
 
 
 
Guru Speak: "Reality is just a crutch for people who can't cope with drugs." - Robin Williams. 
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 <title>times...</title> 
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 <updated>2005-02-27T21:17:38+05:30</updated> 
 <summary type="text">  Most times &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; like wails behind glass doors, &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; into another eyes, I look but never see &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; the love, the hurt, a thousand words &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ...</summary> 
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General 
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   Most times &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; like wails behind glass doors, &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; into another eyes, I look but never see &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; the love, the hurt, a thousand words &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; spoken on a muted TV.  
  Some times &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; like life passing in a flash, &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; a new face,&nbsp;I see in a strange city &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; the hope, the longing, the tacit promises &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; that second lasts an eternity.  
  Those times &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; like walking into a trap, &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; caught in that space, my eyes or theirs &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; is it me or is it them &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; which ones speak? who hears?  
  All times &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; like life is playing a game, &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; it hides me, it seeks me &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I lose, I win, I start all over again &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; but life prevails; and it lets me be.  
   Guru speak:  Join The Army, Visit exotic places, meet strange people, then kill them.   
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 <id>tag:blogs.fullhyderabad.com,2005-02-25:1548</id>
 <title>Why just sex?</title> 
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 <updated>2005-02-25T07:52:51+05:30</updated> 
 <summary type="text">  We all like to hang out with our own kinds. Does that make us gay?  Mind gay?  
   Guru speak:  I am confused, is he a straight gay man or is he a gay straight man?&amp;nbsp; - Carrie  </summary> 
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   We all like to hang out with our own kinds. Does that make us gay?  Mind gay?  
   Guru speak:  I am confused, is he a straight gay man or is he a gay straight man?&nbsp; - Carrie   
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 <id>tag:blogs.fullhyderabad.com,2005-01-28:1444</id>
 <title>Two Lives to Live</title> 
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 <updated>2005-01-28T18:24:25+05:30</updated> 
 <summary type="text">  Two lives to live  and we gotta live them both. Once forward and once in reverse,  for all they are worth.  
  Once in our fantasies  and once in contented sighs. Once in our actions  and once ...</summary> 
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   Two lives to live  and we gotta live them both. Once forward and once in reverse,  for all they are worth.  
  Once in our fantasies  and once in contented sighs. Once in our actions  and once in repeated whys   
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 <id>tag:blogs.fullhyderabad.com,2005-01-25:1438</id>
 <title>Its a deal.</title> 
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 <updated>2005-01-25T18:21:39+05:30</updated> 
 <summary type="text">  In reeking alleys, under the bridges, In hunger and pain, in cold lovelessness, He waited and he searched, he cried out loud. But angels didn  </summary> 
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   In reeking alleys, under the bridges, In hunger and pain, in cold lovelessness, He waited and he searched, he cried out loud. But angels didn   
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 <id>tag:blogs.fullhyderabad.com,2005-01-18:1409</id>
 <title>Disillusioned</title> 
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 <updated>2005-01-18T20:22:53+05:30</updated> 
 <summary type="text">  You, like the magic ripple in a silver stream. You, like the wet moon on a rainy night. You, who are so perfect in my imagination. You, who mar yourself by existence.  
   Guru speak:  Love is ...</summary> 
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   You, like the magic ripple in a silver stream. You, like the wet moon on a rainy night. You, who are so perfect in my imagination. You, who mar yourself by existence.  
   Guru speak:  Love is a state of mind which has nothing to do with the mind. - Bob Phillips    
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 <id>tag:blogs.fullhyderabad.com,2004-12-24:1287</id>
 <title>City of Angels</title> 
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 <updated>2004-12-24T13:24:16+05:30</updated> 
 <summary type="text">  A high rise. A French window. A bean bag, a vodka. And an unending stream of traffic. All is well with the world. I am content to be.  
  But I hate the harp. Got them to replace it with a ...</summary> 
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   A high rise. A French window. A bean bag, a vodka. And an unending stream of traffic. All is well with the world. I am content to be.  
  But I hate the harp. Got them to replace it with a jukebox. Got all my favorite music too. Though the neighbors resent Pearl Jam.  
  My job is not bad either. I basically gotta watch over a moron who is too lazy to get into trouble even. I am not complaining, it works for me.  
  I also like the wings   
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 <id>tag:blogs.fullhyderabad.com,2004-12-22:1280</id>
 <title>Misplaced Loyalties</title> 
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 <updated>2004-12-22T17:05:22+05:30</updated> 
 <summary type="text">  slither hither you serpentine eyes, over me and around.  
  caress cajole hold my heart, softly love abound.  
  whisper warmth fill my soul, passion so profound  
  slowly laugh spread the ...</summary> 
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   slither hither you serpentine eyes, over me and around.  
  caress cajole hold my heart, softly love abound.  
  whisper warmth fill my soul, passion so profound  
  slowly laugh spread the venom, while you confound  
  squeeze choke draw out my life, without making a sound  
  come pray complete the deceit, on my burial ground.  
     &nbsp; 
   Guru Speak:  And my parents finally realise that I'm kidnapped and they snap into action immediately: they rent out my room. -- Woody Allen   
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