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sing me a song
2008-09-10 04:34:19
they sang to me a dreamer they said and i believed long after that after the trees fell and the tiles rusted away. they asked me.. do not believe.. where am i?


moods by INDRANI ROY
2008-09-10 04:16:32
Light white Sun rays Green leaves Winged ants Pressing of balls Wired fans Beeping temple Dusty dusk Iron rails Moving blades Starched shirts


Bleeding by INDRANI ROY
2008-09-10 04:13:10
Bleeding from within. Fucked up. Support- null. Moulded as a robot. Never to breathe. Ideal human being. Stretch skin to show smile. Unsatisfactory. Plasticity. Bring naturalness. Ya. Now A out of A.


part two
2008-09-10 04:03:46
Amnesia strikes the body And blood oozes out Through eyes of red I stumble across a reality Into the mire of gore I search for the road Into one rut of blood I see through mire of red of blood of a reality Then comes a sight of a red world Across the haze of desire The screamed through reality Into the mud and the stink [...]


part one
2008-09-10 04:00:42
Tears don’t become pearls Not glimmering down the cheek Mixed merges with dust And wet clay gives form to another body Quest for sanity doesn’t end with another word Another maybe not But the self same word Tears floods the clay body Not glimmering down the cheek Into another tale of unfulfilled quest To give form to another body Not another maybe But yet unable to create [...]


the smugged glass and the butterflies
2008-07-28 08:03:20

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THEY MADE US MANY PROMISES : a revisionist historical text ( native american literature )
2008-07-28 06:26:13
History is written by the victorious. Those who wield the sword wield the pen. The powerful paint the pictures in theircolours. What is left then is a plethora of images combined together to form a collage that depicts a tale that the powerful wants to portray. History is not narrated but re-created. “No Indian can grow [...]


[ the paper boat ]
2008-07-28 06:13:06

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The rainbow society and the twilight zone between the center and the marginal: A study of Farida Karodia’s “Daughters of the Twilight”
2008-07-26 06:30:54
‘I thought that together we could provide a small oasis of happiness’, Ma remarked, eyes brimming. Nana shook her head. ‘Not here, not in this country. It won’t be long before they’ll be back again with their dogs and their guns.’   Farida Karodia ends the poignant tale with the lines that does not speak of the dawn. [...]
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A world elsewhere: the journey of a “lonely dragon” from “flower of warriors” to a “boy of tears”
2008-07-26 06:23:31
a study of  Shakespeare’s “Corialanus”   I call his life a journey and not a tragedy because Caius Martius is inherently doomed. He creates and lives in an ideal that is not real. The Rome that he serves is not the Rome that he believes in. if indeed it is a tragedy, it is a tragedy within [...]
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Aboriginal Australians: language, nationality and the pastoral
2008-07-26 06:12:43
White Australian celebrated two hundred years of colonization in 1988. Much has changed in the relations between the races in Australia since 1988. There have been great advances as well as catastrophic setbacks. In 1993 the Native Titles Act was passed, granting land rights to indigenous Australians who could prove continuity of occupation and some [...]
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MEMENTO MORI or REMEMBER WE MUST DIE.
2008-07-23 05:56:30
sometimes life is harsh, terrifying and plain destructive. but you get used to it. your pet rabbit dies when you are five. you cry. after a while you get used to it. after a year you may not remember his/her name. at the age of twelve your grandma dies. you cry. after a while you get [...]


the wall
2008-07-22 04:28:04



my chair
2008-07-22 04:20:53



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