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Go to Hell | My World of Verse
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My World of Verse. In jest, the best and the rest. April 3, 2011. Five years of impulse that drove me insane. Pumped every beat in my heart and vein. Mutating a machine into something humane. Spurred me powerfully in every rein. Transfixed in a moment of insanity and cower. Undoing everything through sun and shower. Like beheading in gall a blooming flower. Bending and changing my will and power. That too for no fault of my own. And now I’m once again left alone. To fight myself against my will. The Cup ...
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Three Coaches on Narrow Gauge | My World of Verse
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My World of Verse. In jest, the best and the rest. Three Coaches on Narrow Gauge. Three Coaches on Narrow Gauge. April 24, 2010. Crown’d in glories of Nature. Lofty mountains aloft steeply from the sea. Lush meadows, plumb landscape, such scenery. No words enough to describe my town vividly. Where busy highways meet stone paved streets. Where architectural marvels rise as high as British. Where the eye of no genius captures just one sight. Three coaches run on narrow gauge to a dead poet’s delight. You a...
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Change | My World of Verse
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My World of Verse. In jest, the best and the rest. April 10, 2011. Before something close to leaving, if I could. Just wanted to try something special and good. So tried to be benevolent to friends. And very regular in attendance. Tried to give a few proxies in class. And also tried to keep a fast. And stood by a friend in need. A thousand rupees that he spent on weed. Tried to build a project all on my own. From the program to hardware all alone. Belittling obstacles, went all along. The Cup is here to ...
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May | 2011 | My World of Verse
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My World of Verse. In jest, the best and the rest. Archive for May, 2011. May 22, 2011. Riding through white streams. Through these mountains of lore. Where the heart is without fear. And the mind full of uproar. Of pealing laughter and rejoice. Of triumph in every voice. A jarred inkling every way. That bids you forever to stay. Where the Sun raises its head first. To the welcome of chirping birds. Where the mist catches your breath. As you jog in the morning and stretch. Brings a smile with every meet.
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Devendra | My World of Verse
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My World of Verse. In jest, the best and the rest. April 7, 2011. Click to print (Opens in new window). Click to email (Opens in new window). Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. C'est la vie.
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My World of Verse | In jest, the best and the rest | Page 2
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My World of Verse. In jest, the best and the rest. But something ere the end. Some work of noble note may yet be done. Don’t turn back. April 3, 2011. I can face a thunderstorm without a shiver. And let a raging horse pass over me. But seeing you walking past silently. Is what makes me so sorry. I could march against an entire army. Or bend my fate to set things straight. But your utter lack of resistance. Makes me shudder so sullenly mate. I would not want to talk any more. Of time we spent together.
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My World of Verse
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My World of Verse. In jest, the best and the rest. April 1, 2011. Special Thanks: Anshul “Evil Genius” Sharma. From a novice to a master: Take a bow). Click to print (Opens in new window). Click to email (Opens in new window). Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). Notify me of new comments via email. ज वन क उद द श य.
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Through the Puking Class | My World of Verse
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My World of Verse. In jest, the best and the rest. Through the Puking Class. Through the Puking Class. April 3, 2011. Naman was shining on the sea,. Shining with all his might:. He did his very best to make. Everyone terribly petrified —. And this was odd, because you know. He had no muscles to fight. Stuti was shining sulkily,. Because she thought Naman. Had got no business to compete. After seven semesters were done —. 8216;It’s very rude of him.’ she said,. 8216;To study and spoil the fun! All ready &...
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devendra | My World of Verse
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My World of Verse. In jest, the best and the rest. April 7, 2011 at 8:22 pm. Nice pic… :). Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email.
