tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-264773692012-01-14T04:43:12.849-08:00Manaswinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11705552408491253903noreply@blogger.comBlogger191100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26477369.post-21440237430768912542012-01-14T04:42:00.001-08:002012-01-14T04:43:12.881-08:00Betrayed voices, limps shattered, <br />Waiting my dear, you to come, they say..<br />Where to wait though? Is there any landmark still remained?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26477369-2144023743076891254?l=inspiredbyboredom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Manaswinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11705552408491253903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26477369.post-10074942087860958382010-10-02T14:56:00.000-07:002010-10-02T14:59:16.696-07:00smoking night.. <br />smoke everywhere.. <br />heat inside the body<br />evaporates smell of soul..<br />the fragrance of yours...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26477369-1007494208786095838?l=inspiredbyboredom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Manaswinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11705552408491253903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26477369.post-22301399173109499362010-08-12T14:11:00.000-07:002010-08-12T14:19:04.721-07:00they are singing a requiem of my rattled life<br />And I am standing behind them, listening to their shrilly murmur..<br />my fingers are fettered together<br />the chain of staccato thoughts breaks..<br />I realize it’s a final errand of them towards me..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26477369-2230139917310949936?l=inspiredbyboredom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Manaswinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11705552408491253903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26477369.post-49007865483644465422009-07-02T15:05:00.000-07:002009-07-02T15:14:43.737-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EDkrqyuB7wY/Sk0xF3-zCKI/AAAAAAAAAFY/vM2l7HpkrIA/s1600-h/p+123.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EDkrqyuB7wY/Sk0xF3-zCKI/AAAAAAAAAFY/vM2l7HpkrIA/s320/p+123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353989509009836194" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Rain...<br />has come again..<br /><br />fear<br />I share<br />is drenched<br /><br />Rain rain<br />has come again<br /><br />colours<br />that hover<br />are vain<br /><br />Rain rain<br />has come again<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26477369-4900786548364446542?l=inspiredbyboredom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Manaswinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11705552408491253903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26477369.post-31377540524481630652009-04-15T13:38:00.000-07:002009-04-15T13:43:15.277-07:00<span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">1.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">When winter night whispers</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">the smoke flows out, dear night</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">where did you steal these cigarettes from?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">2.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">who has taken away my rainbow</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">who has snatched my moon and</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">tore my sky..</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Hey dewdrops</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">though i am scattered and shattered, did i ever wipe you?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">I steep down through the valley</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">and wander and wander</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">the forests were empty and nights were bright</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">And at last when I stopped</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">I was far away</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">3.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">rhythm of rivers</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">as if I am breathing</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">though I am dead</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26477369-3137754052448163065?l=inspiredbyboredom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Manaswinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11705552408491253903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26477369.post-37108042500857622272009-01-12T08:14:00.000-08:002009-01-12T08:17:09.695-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EDkrqyuB7wY/SWts0UpGmrI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Nl9Hte8CwC8/s1600-h/painting1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EDkrqyuB7wY/SWts0UpGmrI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Nl9Hte8CwC8/s320/painting1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290441833426885298" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">bring me that yellow pillow</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">and soft blue blanket</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">Bring me those Jasmin flowers</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">and get me that sunset</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">play those swinging songs for me</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">and offer red wine with ting of sea</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">get me those melting starts</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">before they will flee</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">And tie them tight</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">those stupid words who always fight</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">and keep away the candles</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">and put off all the lights</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">bring me that yellow pillow</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">and soft blue</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">blanket</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">and Jasmin flowers</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">and lots of darkness</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">along some sound sleep..</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26477369-3710804250085762227?l=inspiredbyboredom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Manaswinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11705552408491253903noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26477369.post-83329757737907463612008-11-22T13:42:00.001-08:002008-11-22T13:49:30.954-08:00<span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">i am somebody with dark circles </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"> i stay up whole night</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"> thinking...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"> today i'll start the life....</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"> I spend days thinking</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"> about you..</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"> who changes </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"> context by context..</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"> i am somebody with dark circles </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"> i stay up whole night</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"> thinking...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"> today i'll start the life....</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"> I sleep when I am not sleepy</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"> I wake up when I really don't want to..</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"> I dance when I am sad and sing when I am high</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"> am somebody with dark circles </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"> i stay up whole night</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"> thinking...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"> today i'll start the life....</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"> I remember all that you said</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"> and forget when that happened </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"> I lie to you</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">and don't know why that happened..</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"> still I answer and ask</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"> breath and blast</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"> is it true or just a dream</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"> one day i wish to wake insane </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"> i am somebody with dark circles </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"> i stay up whole night</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"> thinking...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"> today i'll start the life....</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"> I write a story of no ends</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"> The words carry no suspense</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"> I walk as i fly away</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"> I talk as i want to sway</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"> Is that you who belongs to me</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"> Or many of them with whom I want to be?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"> At the last I'll grow the grass and smoke the farce<br />of my life..</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"> But till that day....</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"> i am somebody with dark circles </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"> i stay up whole night</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"> thinking...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"> today i'll start the life....</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26477369-8332975773790746361?l=inspiredbyboredom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Manaswinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11705552408491253903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26477369.post-22622894495958642852008-05-11T12:55:00.000-07:002008-05-11T13:11:48.661-07:00a girl living beside my house<br />who runs a parlor, slim, pale, lots of pimples on her face<br />I never spoke with her neither she tried..<br />We hardly exchange single smile..<br />When she walks she drops her shoulders..<br />When she talks her voice droops..<br /><br />One day she rang a bell, to give some pamphlet..<br />Charges were written in bold red letters..<br />waxing, bleaching, facial, pedicure manicure..<br />I said thanks and she suddenly entered in..<br />Do you believe in god?<br />I used to pray everyday for a change in my life...<br />he never turned up..<br />I think he is no more.. She said... and went back...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26477369-2262289449595864285?l=inspiredbyboredom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Manaswinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11705552408491253903noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26477369.post-44908395962437504592008-05-11T12:43:00.000-07:002008-05-11T12:54:56.360-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EDkrqyuB7wY/SCdMzBEMwzI/AAAAAAAAACc/dXDC5QY9Srw/s1600-h/manus+foto+148.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EDkrqyuB7wY/SCdMzBEMwzI/AAAAAAAAACc/dXDC5QY9Srw/s400/manus+foto+148.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199208734165615410" border="0" /></a><br />When I don't remember...<br />But still I do remember..<br />waves...<br />inside me..<br />splashing thoughts..<br />whispering reality<br />unending bits breathing within...<br />I prefer to crimp it.. fold it and keep it aside..<br />I entangle it and tuck it in my hear..<br />they call it memories...<br />But still I don't remember when...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26477369-4490839596243750459?l=inspiredbyboredom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Manaswinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11705552408491253903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26477369.post-67712121250154663092008-01-22T23:26:00.000-08:002008-01-22T23:35:57.674-08:00sounds of river... have you ever heard?<br />I've never seen the river<br />how does it look?<br />looks like a lake...<br />but I haven't observed the lake before<br />is it like a sea?<br />i don't know what it means... I guess sea is similar to waterfall<br />I guess.. I guess is the stupid phrase....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26477369-6771212125015466309?l=inspiredbyboredom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Manaswinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11705552408491253903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26477369.post-22075449000768731062008-01-16T11:43:00.000-08:002008-01-16T11:46:49.192-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EDkrqyuB7wY/R45eupAuZoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/C4CzZK8m718/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EDkrqyuB7wY/R45eupAuZoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/C4CzZK8m718/s400/Picture+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156162778761684610" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26477369-2207544900076873106?l=inspiredbyboredom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Manaswinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11705552408491253903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26477369.post-26509917915092687662008-01-16T11:39:00.001-08:002008-01-16T11:43:31.794-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EDkrqyuB7wY/R45d2JAuZnI/AAAAAAAAABw/ozeNLhY1DE8/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EDkrqyuB7wY/R45d2JAuZnI/AAAAAAAAABw/ozeNLhY1DE8/s400/Picture+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156161808099075698" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26477369-2650991791509268766?l=inspiredbyboredom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Manaswinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11705552408491253903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26477369.post-41582904200011664832008-01-04T01:46:00.000-08:002008-01-04T02:14:29.477-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EDkrqyuB7wY/R34BoJAuZlI/AAAAAAAAABg/C6MiTC7w2Yo/s1600-h/p+175.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EDkrqyuB7wY/R34BoJAuZlI/AAAAAAAAABg/C6MiTC7w2Yo/s400/p+175.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151556812883781202" border="0" /></a><br />Time has stopped<br />my magazmari ki life and lots of political social happenings... Rummaging bundles of past collecting words.. expressing lot...<br />lot lot to say...<br />hovering words nudging each other<br />to creep into our minds...<br />we....<br />mangled hearts..<br />tangled bodies<br />can't run away...<br />to stop.. stop the flowing words..<br />the words.. conditioned.. conformist... self defending... unending...<br />commanding..demanding...<br />waiting for the time not to change...<br />time has stopped..<br />words have captured my life... Is there any way out?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26477369-4158290420001166483?l=inspiredbyboredom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Manaswinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11705552408491253903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26477369.post-25593511504309428452007-11-01T11:26:00.000-07:002007-11-01T11:34:42.008-07:00somebody sent me a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">sms</span>................<br />Bin <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">La den's</span> son's teacher asked him " how will you distribute 3 <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">mangoes</span> between 4 children equally?"<br />Bin <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">la den's</span> son <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">replied</span>"kill one child"<br /><br />It was a joke (something... a specific way of thinking (bladders) which <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">America</span> is <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">implanting</span> into our minds )... I thought then why not Bush's son? or any <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">american</span> kid? May be he will reply the same.....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26477369-2559351150430942845?l=inspiredbyboredom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Manaswinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11705552408491253903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26477369.post-42573464852861997002007-10-07T22:59:00.000-07:002007-10-07T23:16:05.361-07:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EDkrqyuB7wY/RwnIeZQsFLI/AAAAAAAAABE/_rymUTSl_JU/s1600-h/rain+in+paris.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118842875985794226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EDkrqyuB7wY/RwnIeZQsFLI/AAAAAAAAABE/_rymUTSl_JU/s400/rain+in+paris.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>rain in paris... </div><div>i was all alone wandering...</div><div>paris was hot, then suddenly i start shivering... and at last rain drops start falling.... </div><div>all seasons in one day....</div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26477369-4257346485286199700?l=inspiredbyboredom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Manaswinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11705552408491253903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26477369.post-28873120964910737302007-10-04T04:27:00.000-07:002007-10-04T04:33:22.975-07:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EDkrqyuB7wY/RwTPb5QsFHI/AAAAAAAAAAg/FLVjPonyCY4/s1600-h/silence+in+cafe"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117443154733962354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EDkrqyuB7wY/RwTPb5QsFHI/AAAAAAAAAAg/FLVjPonyCY4/s400/silence+in+cafe%27.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26477369-2887312096491073730?l=inspiredbyboredom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Manaswinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11705552408491253903noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26477369.post-45061881151278874882007-10-04T01:46:00.000-07:002007-10-04T01:58:42.367-07:00green yellow blue red<br />colours we spread<br />we danced last night untill we turned black and white...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26477369-4506188115127887488?l=inspiredbyboredom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Manaswinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11705552408491253903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26477369.post-1145447977139087832006-04-19T04:55:00.001-07:002006-04-19T04:59:37.140-07:00<span style="color:#ff6666;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26477369-114544797713908783?l=inspiredbyboredom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Manaswinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11705552408491253903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26477369.post-1145447877569813872006-04-19T04:55:00.000-07:002006-04-19T04:57:57.576-07:00<span style="color:#ff6666;">I went to swim late at night</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">though I was drunk</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">water tasted like vodaka with unmelted stars.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26477369-114544787756981387?l=inspiredbyboredom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Manaswinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11705552408491253903noreply@blogger.com0