tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126344732009-02-21T16:55:33.926+05:30harneetnoreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12634473.post-1118782222714015052005-06-15T01:54:00.000+05:302005-06-15T02:20:22.716+05:30

simply put, nowa blank page would've best reflectedwhat i had to say

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these are copied, and quoted verbatim, from the instruction boards for the (now) non-existant exercise equipment/contraptions that littered the jogging track behind my house.jumping jackstand erectfeet togetherjump stridebringing armsto shoulder lavelparallel barhold the barbalance on armspush down bending elbow.keeping both feetstradle walk jumpwalk stappingether side of logjump hurdlers jump

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and i waitfor you to tell meif i should

harneetnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12634473.post-1116625637545955442005-05-21T03:12:00.000+05:302005-05-21T03:17:17.550+05:30

the air inside my roomrolling like a thick glob of coffeeand just as bitter too

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half way down these linesi stop, i think, i try hardand i draw a blank

harneetnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12634473.post-1116272539470794282005-05-17T01:10:00.000+05:302005-05-17T01:12:19.473+05:30

take the world out of mesaid the little girl as she grew upand went to sleep

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a colour of the sunstraining on the shutters of my windowand as a gash on the wall

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what is it about your silencefrom one day to the nextthat i remember you

harneetnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12634473.post-1116013583920772782005-05-14T01:15:00.000+05:302005-05-14T01:16:23.923+05:30

with an alarming loss of claritymy clouded eyesclose over the yellow moon

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my aching fingers catcha dusty summer sunlight up the night behind us

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the changing shape of darknesswhispers with the leaf less branchesand i can't sleep now

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three lines traced in dustor maybe a few more than thatwith nothing to say in between

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with leaves that fell downand rose again in an angry swirlthe sky was smeared on us

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behind the cotton cloudsand hanging on the parched summer windis the moon also awake?

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frigid drops of watera placid ocean that they makeyet gurgle down sunny slopes

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i went in the woodsto walkthere were too many dogs

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