Like the brilliance
a shower of broken glass;
Like the riot of colour
at the peak of spring;
Like the music of a hundred
different birds, sounding together;
Like a pleading cry of an
unloved child
And the desolate heart of
a lonely lover
And a whispering look of an
unwanted pup…
I see myself shatter
blowing my fuse
exploding into a million pieces
deep inside – We
Usha, 11 March ’84
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Some stories need to be said... Some need to be heard.
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of books, food and friendship!
A journey to find new meaning after personal loss
In the Indian context
writer, storyteller, veteran (see BirchBark Editing.com and MaxieJaneFrazier.com for more)
And, yes, i love to limerick || Have tried to master the trick || Of the a a b b a rhyme || 'Tis a joy truly sublime || When a verse comes out slick and quick!
A life of books . . .
The fresh smell of life.
Mind over matter
When you look out, what do you see?
A fine WordPress.com site
and sometimes trying on new ones for fit (and looks)
Vanity, On A Royal Scale
The world through my lens.....
To Share... To Love... What better way than words
One Step at a Time
All that remains.
I like birds
Comics, Cartoons, Writings.
Malayalam mini-series
Learning something new every day.
A Quest on Overdrive ... :) 
December 13, 2007 at 1:50 am
exploding into a million piecesdeep inside – Wewow! loved dat master stroke!!!!!!!
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December 14, 2007 at 11:01 am
Nice and as said above the last two lines bring out the pieces we are made of , inside, deep inside !!!!
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