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 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!
The Oddness of Moving Things
The fresh smell of life.
Quiet people have the loudest minds.
Mind over matter
When you look out, what do you see?
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Tigers not daughters
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
November 14, 2015 at 3:09 pm
Seed, spawn, sperm
Sapling, pollywog, worm
How they emerge
With survival’s urge
And Nature’s beauty affirm!
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November 15, 2015 at 2:36 pm
Thank you Gulshan! Survival’s urge. It so is.
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December 14, 2015 at 10:42 am
That is a good question you pose
that our eyes remain all but close
that we fail to see our own metamorphose
from a bud into a lovely rose.
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