Tag: rhyme
group name: creativeaction
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December 02, 2006 10:33 AM EST --
Dad, I hated you as a boy
Whenever you scolded me
For my childhood pranks and skirmishes
When I was just four years old went to school
With my brother's school bag and shoes
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November 29, 2007 11:06 AM EST --
Tolkappiam, the earliest of Sangam grammar reveals that Tamil Music was highly developed system with twenty different music aesthetic structures known as 'Vannam' ( colour of music). . . .
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December 07, 2006 03:47 AM EST --
When I was a kid
Mom, you were the only woman I knew
And you were very beautiful
I remember how men passed at you
When I was a little body guard for you
I remember Dad fighting . . .
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December 09, 2006 01:56 AM EST --
I knew, you loved me
But I didn't know
What to do then
As I was in my teens
I knew, you loved me
When I first met you as a neighbor
When you smiled at me
As you were talking . . .
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December 10, 2006 11:46 AM EST --
Oh, my love,
The embodiment of our love!
When I cease to be,
The seed I leave behind!
What all my unfulfilled dreams
Can say I am still a reality!
The unfulfilled . . .
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November 11, 2008 08:36 PM EST --
~Assumptions~
So many folks seem to be living such and exciting life.
But then I find out later than they really are not.
Days in and days out so many people keep just pretending.
And upon . . .
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November 23, 2006 12:10 AM EST --
I am just melting
I am just melting
Did I exist before?
If I existed before
This is not me
The whole world is melting
Things are evaporating
Tomorrow there will be nothing
Therefore . . .
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December 09, 2006 12:46 AM EST --
This old man is wondering why
He is left all alone before the idiot box
Switching from channel to channel
While all others are engaged in some work
The daughter running to work
The son escaping . . .
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December 23, 2006 05:09 AM EST --
Before I knew you
You knew me
Before I saw my Dad or Mom
I saw you
You are my body
You are my soul
You are my breath
You are everything
When I am alone
You are . . .
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December 28, 2006 01:06 AM EST --
The color of poverty is dark
The smell of poverty is disgust
The sound of poverty is chaos
The touch of poverty is withdrawal
The taste of poverty is bitter
You look at my . . .
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January 09, 2007 12:08 AM EST --
There is a moment in your life
When you feel ashamed of yourself
And take a new birth like the pupa of a butterfly.
You entangle yourself in a cocoon,
Ask questions about yourself, . . .
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December 14, 2006 02:43 AM EST --
Street dogs die on the street
Smashed by cars and buses that never stop
But crows always stop
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December 14, 2006 02:41 AM EST --
They asked me to vacate my home
It's rented, they said
Yes, my body is a rented home
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December 17, 2006 11:09 AM EST --
When I was just born
My mom's love seemed to be the
Ultimate expression of the divine
When I grew up a little and went to school
When my teacher punished me for the mistake I didn't . . .
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December 17, 2006 10:20 PM EST --
When I was just born
My mom's love seemed to be the
Ultimate expression of the divine
When I grew up a little and went to school
When my teacher punished me for the mistake I didn't . . .
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January 20, 2007 01:04 AM EST --
It's sad, but it could have been avoided. Bad people are every where on earth, Gather is also a part of it. But if we go back and run away, we only encourage negativity to grow further. . . .
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January 22, 2007 01:53 AM EST --
Laws are not created to curtail our freedom, but to enhance it. If we follow our heart, laws are not necessary. But when we ignore it, and try to be smart, we start hurting . . .
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December 21, 2006 03:18 AM EST --
I got punished for my silly mistake
I know, I should not have done it
I felt like a naughty child standing before its Dad
I felt ashamed for it
But I learned from it
That I should be humbled . . .
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December 07, 2006 03:40 AM EST --
Was it the same girl who exploded like dynamite
And had hysterical convulsions
Now sleeping like a child there?
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January 07, 2007 06:00 PM EST --
This flighty mind sometimes in us, is unknown,
This, which etched in everyone with stone.
Can one dare, to disown his own,
Once in his life, only once alone?
In a incline toward hut clay,
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