If life this be…
Endless yet tunnelled
Into a claustrophobic
Vortex of existence;
Am I?
Or better yet…
Will I ever be?
The cranium floods
With nerve ends tingling
Arcs over synapses
Tingling
Tingling…
Terrifying me.
Life, I must admit
Shall be
My undoing.
Online, on a silly line of thought 🙂
13 September, 2009
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
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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 ... :) 
September 13, 2009 at 10:30 am
Now where do you get such poetry from in your cranium???The cranium floodsWith nerve ends tinglingArcs over synapsesTinglingTingling..
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September 13, 2009 at 10:49 am
WOW! That was a revelation…:)Enjoyed reading the hidden depth of the verses and what your heart spoke today!!!Keep writing, coz' you are amazing at what you do…:)
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September 13, 2009 at 11:50 am
IHM, lol :D! Beats me too :)Thanks for the note :)Fiducia , thank you too. I must admit that i have nothing to do with what I write… a mere conduit, that is all I am 🙂 Thank you again!
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September 13, 2009 at 12:04 pm
Am speech…. less!Maybe I tend to repeat myself, but I can never come close to match the things leave in my mind to the words I write as comments!Keep posting!
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September 13, 2009 at 6:03 pm
Prabhu, thank you for giving speech to those thoughts too 🙂
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September 14, 2009 at 4:35 am
Anything I say would be considered redundant!Glad to see you post after a long time 🙂
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September 14, 2009 at 7:17 am
😀 😀 Lovely… !
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September 14, 2009 at 4:41 pm
We'd always love your cranium floodingwith thoughts that are so very dazzlingand arcs over synapses forming lightningIt is you that should be threatening.Usha just beautiful. We only wish we get more of this.
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September 19, 2009 at 5:01 am
Very interesting!esp the last lines… they make me phrase the phrase, “Patriotically in Love!” … stupid, i know…anyway… keep inking!
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September 25, 2009 at 7:13 am
That was brilliant.one of your best.Mystic and surreal.i just loved ittake care
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October 23, 2009 at 12:14 pm
“Maut ne hamko bakhsha hai lekin ,Zindagee ke Sataye huye hain””While the death has pardoned me,It is the Life that has tortured”
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December 5, 2009 at 7:10 pm
Life is just a phase you're going through…you'll get over it 😉
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December 19, 2009 at 10:20 am
Life, I must admitShall beMy undoing.I stopped here.. Felt an inexplicable surge deep in. Amazing write.Luckily I found your blog, next to mine… Template similarity surprised me slightly and then the verse “shook” me.
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December 24, 2009 at 10:24 pm
missed this Ushus…missing you more…terribly infact…come back please…as and when you can….who else will write words like these?((((((((((((((hugs))))))))))))))a wealth of meaning and a lifetime of experince in these lines Ushus…love you dear dear Ushus:)
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February 27, 2010 at 5:15 pm
Ah.. life!
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