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    “I’m the Duchess,” she said “Fading like a flower, ancient, undead, old in the vault.” Best of the lot.
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    Thank you Lyssa. You rekindled the joy and depth of consciousness of reading Rilke. About 15 years ago when I first started writing, I was directed to the famous letters of Rilke by a veteran poet. Thereafter, I read a lot of his poetry, all in translation of course, and I don't remember most of it. This was just before I got a personal computer and was in the dial up era of India. So, I got them from a library & devoured them speedily. I now understand that even though the words made sense, the true dawning of meaning was not appreciable then. Now, when I read Rilke I get an all together different reading. Perhaps when I will be even more matured, I shall find more subtle nuances out of the words. That I think is one of the greatest magic of poetry.
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    Thank you for reading. I agree that process of falling out of love is just as tedious and inversely joyous as the process of falling in love. And both of them take place rather silently.
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    Bundles of Isolation Loneliness In her big ribbons of blue Begins to bind up all the laughter Of old city's nostalgic heart Furious beats that begin as strings One after another are plucked and torn Begins thus to bind us up In bundles of revered joys Silenced and snared Cut into pieces Wrapped in plastic Synthetic toys Of elegance Of virtual lovers And synthetic halogen lights 14/04/17
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    silvered romance, moon kissed encouragement, unsuspected and indescribable pleasure or self-loathing at sunrise.
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    "Plating a heart for slaughter" Good poem. Thank you.
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    A wonderful poem but you are missing a heart.
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    Without Rhyme or Reason A sense of absence mars our love A dispassionate embrace peeps through The jealousy & doubts are long gone The loss of warmth is what we rue We witness our dissolute vows Crumble down to gravity's core Our dissonance stipulates endless rows Grinding within in million bores Forever was our journey's end We sought out the fortune of old gods Alas we grasped too high a price And end u
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    That is quite a high praise, especially coming from poet extraordinaire. Yes, truly the topic is ageless. Discrimination, Gender Equality, Xenophobia are all eternal problems. Which is why poets hold a constant vigilance against these. Thank you for reading.
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    I am glad you read this. The kisses are mine. I won't share. xo
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    It's true that anything can be the topic of poetry, but it is Love which is the truest voice of a poet. "Journeys end in lovers meeting..." Thank you for reading.
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    Yes! I do believe that. But how far does that ripple spread that is the question. Thank you for reading, My Kindred Lady.
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    The Trail We Blaze My sense of adventure blooms when I get to hold hands with another boy and not immediately be considered his brother or his friend or be afraid for his security or mine My sense of adventure takes flight when a girl asks out a boy and not immediately be considered a whore or gets to say no to a boy when she doesn't like him or likes another girl may be My sense of adventure marches on when the true wort
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    I Rest My Case

    asamvav111 commented on AceKebabs's blog entry in ACEd it!

    "16 year old sausage" Awwww! Really, it is a great thing that you did. We all could do with a little more love in our lives, love for our own selves that is.
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    Seductress

    asamvav111 commented on asamvav111's story chapter in Seductress

    Thank you, my dear. The muse is quite smooth indeed.
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    Seductress

    asamvav111 commented on asamvav111's story chapter in Seductress

    Thank you. I am glad I could convince you to be a bad boy... for a while.
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    Seductress

    asamvav111 commented on asamvav111's story chapter in Seductress

    Yes Mac, a little wine gives us courage to go a long way. In vino veritas... Thanks for reading. Kisses.
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    Seductress I wanna corrupt you So bring out the wine The alcohol will mellow your senses and dull your judging mind I wanna corrupt you So that you will know The difference between pain and pleasure are all just a blurred line I wanna corrupt you So much to teach I have The ways to coax your awareness to blissfully come out an' float I wanna corrupt you So that I can play The game of cat & mice with your body and mind in matc
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    A new collection and a fresh perspective in my writing is the goal here. Whether I achieve that or not, is for you to decide, my reader.
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    Hello Gary, I'm not a critic; I simply abhor that kinda thing. All I can tell you is that, the "after" is far more superior than the "before". "before" seems to be trying too hard, where "after" succeeds effortlessly. I usually don't comment, your "after" commanded me too. Thank you for sharing them both.
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    "Evil Genius" could be an alternate title of this poem. I enjoyed it. As everybody said, you did a lot with very little. Thank you.
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    Two Poems

    asamvav111 commented on asamvav111's story chapter in Two Poems

    There is so much I could say. And so much I want to. But I will settle for a thank you. Your interpretation of both the poems are very astute. I'm loving the pink. I'm hoping for more posting in the future. Unfortunately, the muse is a fickle one.
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    Two Poems

    asamvav111 posted new chapter in Kavya, My Poetry

    Becoming Poets You and I, we have a strong bond Like brothers, like lovers; We disgust the world with our vain perversions, our inane attachment with the word and the seas of heresy part at our command revealing the shells of untruths hiding beneath the silt of social justice. Ecstasy beyond judgement is what we share in the binding fallacy of corporeal pain battling to win over the spirit. Our ascension begins at the alter of ego. Broken down
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    Up On The Massage Table I Heat up the oil Your hands are cold and dispassionate Let the oil's warmth seep up your unconscious Making you more malleable to touch Figures created out of mud and ludicracy Break not the chain of bondage of eternal servitude of lust II I didn't buy you I can't, because you can't buy humans anymore I just bought your services for the night A few hours of relaxation I couldn't buy you but I wish
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