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   <title>The Address</title>
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A star traveling across the sky 
In the formless ominous space 
There is no map of the universe 
No lamp guide to distance
 
 
&ldquo;Where is the house of the friend?&rdquo; 
The traveler asked at the birth of the moon 
And the moon the orb of powdered light 
Said in the softest tones of memory
 
 
&ldquo;Before the house of the friend 
is the planet of sparkling music 
stop there as it flows through you 
to reach there slide through that fold of space 
just by the drowning crimson supernova&rdquo;
 
 
the traveler looked around and asked again 
&ldquo;Where is the home of the friend?&rdquo; 
said the moon, &ldquo;In the direction of my gaze&rdquo;
 
 
- A Tribute to Sohrab Sepehri
 
 
PS: I'm Back! 
 
 
													
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   <link>http://blogs.fullhyderabad.com/showblog.php?op=ViewArticle&amp;articleId=5025&amp;blogId=9</link>
      <pubDate>Tue, 03 Aug 2010 03:39:30 +0000</pubDate>   
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   <title>At work after 7:30PM</title>
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 The air conditioner whirring 
 Clickety-clicks of tactile feedback keyboard  
 Maybe a flip of a page or pages somewhere 
 Jangling of a bunch of keys 
 Moans of adjustable seats 
 Ah the chair on wheels rolls  The murmur must be them office trolls. </description>
   <link>http://blogs.fullhyderabad.com/showblog.php?op=ViewArticle&amp;articleId=2548&amp;blogId=9</link>
      <pubDate>Fri, 14 Jul 2006 19:29:31 +0000</pubDate>   
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   <title>Please Dont</title>
   <description>To become a soulless, thoughtless zombie To become an unfriendly, unfeeling machine To become an irreverent yet irritable slob To become dishonest, disgusting rattler  To become a head nodding bobby doll To become a glib talking, greasy salesman To have the life wrung out of you To learn how to sell yourself  Do an MBA</description>
   <link>http://blogs.fullhyderabad.com/showblog.php?op=ViewArticle&amp;articleId=2234&amp;blogId=9</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 14 Jan 2006 11:59:19 +0000</pubDate>   
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   <title>Plastic Flowers</title>
   <description>You became someone else When you smiled for someone else You died and can never be yourself again You're not real, nor are your emotions Your thought is borrowed So are your devotions </description>
   <link>http://blogs.fullhyderabad.com/showblog.php?op=ViewArticle&amp;articleId=2226&amp;blogId=9</link>
      <pubDate>Thu, 12 Jan 2006 10:32:55 +0000</pubDate>   
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   <title>Masochism</title>
   <description>  Eat a frog first thing in the morning and nothing can go worse the rest of the day but just when u think it can  </description>
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      <pubDate>Fri, 29 Jul 2005 22:23:34 +0000</pubDate>   
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   <title>A Call</title>
   <description>   Don   </description>
   <link>http://blogs.fullhyderabad.com/showblog.php?op=ViewArticle&amp;articleId=1895&amp;blogId=9</link>
      <pubDate>Tue, 28 Jun 2005 20:07:15 +0000</pubDate>   
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   <title>Darkness, my old friend</title>
   <description>  &nbsp;     
  My journey through this tunnel,   
  Now slowly approaches the end.  
  The longest swords of light, &nbsp;    
  And the darkest wisps fight,  
  To their territory defend .  
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  Irony, life  </description>
   <link>http://blogs.fullhyderabad.com/showblog.php?op=ViewArticle&amp;articleId=1760&amp;blogId=9</link>
      <pubDate>Tue, 26 Apr 2005 01:25:40 +0000</pubDate>   
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   <title>Jasoosi</title>
   <description> &nbsp; 
 Rukaawat keliye khed hai. 
 Chaar Deewaariyon mein ek ched hai. 
 Kompyuuter ki khidkiyon ke bhi kaan hote hain, 
 Bas behre toh sirf insaan hote hain. 
 hint: translate to yinlish... crossword award , heeere i come :D </description>
   <link>http://blogs.fullhyderabad.com/showblog.php?op=ViewArticle&amp;articleId=1349&amp;blogId=9</link>
      <pubDate>Fri, 07 Jan 2005 06:15:49 +0000</pubDate>   
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   <title>Apocalypse Again!!</title>
   <description> Bush and Kerry, quite contrary. 
 Oranges and lemons, sold for a Cheney. 
 Ring-a-ring-a roses a nation unsoundly dozes 
 Rock a by baby on the tree top, when the wind blows the cradle will drop. 
 And all the doomed army and all the stealth planes, could not put the world together again! 
 Dated: November 3rd, 2004. 
 "May none but honest and wise men ever rule under this roof (White House)." -John Adams, 2nd US President, and the first one to live in the White House (1735-1826)  
 Guess who's writhing in his grave ...  
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   <link>http://blogs.fullhyderabad.com/showblog.php?op=ViewArticle&amp;articleId=1127&amp;blogId=9</link>
      <pubDate>Thu, 11 Nov 2004 19:26:26 +0000</pubDate>   
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   <title>Still Crawling</title>
   <description>     Caterpillar dreams  Turbid waters  SOS screams  Life in quarters .   
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   <link>http://blogs.fullhyderabad.com/showblog.php?op=ViewArticle&amp;articleId=1082&amp;blogId=9</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 30 Oct 2004 06:14:52 +0000</pubDate>   
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