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The arrows struck from cupids bow lacerated too deep into my heart. I grimaced with pain while trying to evade these arrows. Another day has been put to waste by the turbulent whispers of those memories. I sensed a kind of apathy creeping into my life. The roses didn't look beautiful anymore. The romantic songs of Bryan Adams, which were once so palatable to my ear, now turned into object of

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Taking the bites from a mosquito, cleaning the virus from my laptop, its just another lazy day for me.I tried my hand out at learning Ajax but found it just too complex to make things simple using ajax. Then i logged into my orkut account just to learn that a friend was missing from the list. I visted her profile only to discover she blocked me. Yes she's the same girl i always use to write about

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Why does she reside in every breath of minewhy she makes my dreams and day;Why is it that every time i lurk through the boulevards of melancoly or gayi find her embezzleing my heart away.When i first met her i sit and reminiscedabout all my bed time stories.Thenceforth i was definite there exists,not far from my whimisical world,a land of fairiesIt was perhaps one fine October night that i

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This day i witnessed the destruction of one of gods beautiful creation "Innocence"There was no tragedy music, no emotional lines expressed from the background. What i saw then was only the frown of fear blemished on the victims brow, which no one can erase from the of my memoriesIt all begin when i was returning from the college exhausted, around 12:30 pm. Just when i stepped into my house i

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This poem is dedicated to the beautiful painter who inspired me to write this.The moon - the beautiful, mystical moon -playing nightly to empty seats!the noise of the trees, the breakin of the moon into silver fishbouncing off the leaves of astersThere is peace and rest in the contemplationof these miraclesthat nature paints on the canvas of the skyand thou painting meticulously on the canvas of

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Inspired by a greenday song and srewed b'coz of bput.Don't want to be a BPUT idiot.Don't want a university that does the new racquet And can you hear the sound of apathy?The subliminal mind fuck BPUT.Welcome to a new kind of anxiety.All across the alien university.Where everything isn't meant to be okay.Television dreams of tomorrow.We're not the ones who're meant to follow.For that's enough to

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