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    I can identify with your feelings. There are places still in the world, may be in US too, were things are not as rosy.
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    I just sorta came on this: at 11:17 he makes a reference to GFD.
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    Only one advice: Don't waste your time on losers. You are better than that. Hugs.
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    Thank you Mr. Benus. My experience was not on the pavement, but those overhead cross-bridges that people never use. A good population of urban India lives on the sidewalks. Unlike the western homeless man, the Indian live with their families. The situation is more like a slum. They even get voter ids with the particular sidewalk as address. I kid you not. The children go to govt schools, the women cook in their makeshift kitchen while the men work. Just today while traveling from work, I saw an inquisitive child play with the heads of tin cans that he has no doubt collected all morning in order to sell, and held my breath with dread as I waited for him to cut his hands on the sharp edges. Nothing happened in the few minutes I had to wait for the light to turn green, but it was fascinating how engrossed the little one was in his world, while playing with those, sitting on the sidewalk what is no doubt his playroom. I remembered my time with my logos in my expensive house.
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    Thank you Parker. That is a very apt precis. In my vision, it is the city and it's people at the break of dawn grazing like the mindless cattle. Everybody is hard at work. They want to change their socioeconomic status. But, nothing changes except the time. Nobody has time to stop & think; Time to look up. And the change never comes, because by nature we abhor change. Why did God create the tree? Didn't he know his creation's weaknesses? And then sending a messiah to save you from the sins he forced on you, is like the biggest mockery of them all. It's like USA's foreign policy. This is our very nature. We deign to fight our predestination.
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    Thank you Emi. No I wrote this poem on a hot Indian evening. In my mind I was in a winter morning at the burra bazar in kolkata, with all its foggy hustle & bustle.
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    Predestination Staring at the blue sky To the distant pasts that glittered in the stars Unseen, unfound, hidden beneath the fluffy clouds Lying on the concrete Hard truths and harder are the choices that exhumed The sins of the father reflected on the Lamb of God Floating skyscrapers Diminishing breaths that’s building upon the layers of Foggy winter morning’s urban bustling rabble 14/10/2016 ©asamvav111
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    Love is Love. Tags are stupid. Poem is good.
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    I had never heard of Cavafy. Thank you for the introduction. A quick google search and I ended up here : http://www.cavafy.com/poems/content.asp?id=58&cat=1 Such an apt poem for my current mindset. Beautiful.
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    For Timmy, Emi and Mr. Benus: Incomplete Love All relationships are a work in progress, A building to be finished, an infinite mirror Beneath a starry sky. A battle between belief and reality, A compromise between expectation and evolution Between engagement and understanding. Experience vs. Emotion Broken crumbling pieces of self mixing Into happiness and grief and regrets Creating the mortar of us. Bricks and days And labours of indecisive Apollos' creating The walls of Troy only to be breached By a stupid wooden horse Of momentary weakness, Merrymaking in the filth as snakes slither in Our garden. Yet even then looking up you see The angelic choirs praising The one perfect moment of absolute happiness, One moment in eternity where you and I became Us. The slowly dying flowers in the vase are laughing at the trees outside. 02/10/2016 ©asamvav111
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    God bless. You are on path to recovery. Hopefully you will feel better soon.
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    Hang in there. As for your writing and words and modern music : There are meds for heart failure and for the depression and heart break may be more music : Hugs and Chocolates.
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    The poems in question can be found here: http://www.gayauthors.org/forums/topic/41190-live-poets-society-%E2%80%93-a-corner-for-poetry/page-53
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    For Ben & Timmy: Good poems frolic in the sun. They bring Arctic Lights to the barren tundra. They also manage to inundate the soils of Egypt and blow khamsins over the salt flats of Kutch in the very same day. Good poems deserve a kiss and a wink. 23/09/2016 ©asamvav111
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    Hey
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    http://gitabitan-en.blogspot.in/2010/10/if-to-your-call-none-come-forth.html The question is not how the world weighs you, but how you weigh yourself? What are you worth to yourself? Your parents may think you a waste of space, your ex may call you a money bag, your friends may think you are clingy and annoying, but does that define who you are to yourself? I hope not. 'Cause if it does then you are letting others define you. You are leaving yourself at others mercy. And the world is a pretty ruthless place. Stand tall. Hugs.
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    Ayurvedic remedy for something that needs extraction is... extraction. Bonne chance.
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    Chapter 40

    asamvav111 commented on Comicality's story chapter in Chapter 40

    Chapters like this make the wait worth while.
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    Good stories never end. They just begin a new chapter. Fragments were our destiny. Our fate doomed the first time I saw you smile. Your eyes were filled with the moist heat of the mid summer mango grove's shady effervescent infrangible delight. Your movements took shape in the delicate prowess of a mountain leopard. Your form undulating to the beats that broke down the unyielding barrier of disaffection. And your gentle grace that stoked the hopes of an arid wanderer. But it wasn't to last forever. We only receive fragments as our due. When I finally held you in my arms, your pliant silhouette unresisting my fervid advances, we soared to the high heavens of unhindered pleasure. Under the influence of the myriad drugs that I had mixed in your drinks all evening, you kept repeating your mantra in stilted breath. "This is not happening to me." Yet it did. We had our sweet moments together. The moments I immortalized in the waiting eye of the lens. Thus our fragment shall forever be mine. My own love child, a secret to cherish and protect. Yet it pains me to see you walk away, amnesic of my passionate embrace. To see fear crowding those eyes that once held bequest of a rest, it cuts me deep. Shattering me in the many fragments that were once you and I. 18/08/2016 ©asamvav111
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    Happy belated birthday! Weight gained can be lost. Cataract surgeries are pretty simple, short & effective. Skin cancer is a scare but treatments are available. No Driving is a drag, true... but there are ways to get groceries delivered at the door step. You will write when you feel the urge to. And things are never important if you intend to give up. Don't give up. There are still much of life unexplored and both happy and sad experiences will come your way.
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    sending prayers your way. hugs.
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    You kept telling me how I took up all the space in our relationship. How you needed to get away To get a way around the things in your head... Blasphemy. I believe I was still in your head. And stuck in the chambers of your heart, Your entrails shackling me to the walls of inferiority. Understanding your grudging affection Took up most of my daylight, yet you kept Asking for more... more space in your head. More air to breath, you sought out the nearest Island of wasted youth. More experiences, You needed more sensations, to expound The theories on space in relationships. I kept enabling you. I provided you More space, more air, more sensations. And when I finally went bone dry, Not a tear to spare, Your rampage stopped. I felt violated. I wanted to throw up. I couldn't. I wanted to cease to exist. I couldn't. And when I looked up towards the sky Bereft of all hopes of all illusions of all boundaries and burdens, I found myself attrited in the returning sunshine. 09/08/2016 ©asamvav111
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    Thank you for your kind words. I don't like the tag author personally. A lot of great writing is shared over blogs here in GA. It used to be a lot more. In any case I am happy to share my really occasional spew over here. Thank you for your love and encouragement. Happiness to all.
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    Somewhere on the other side of the rainbow, in a land far far away, there will be a tree. An old majestic tree it will be, with its red, green and purple leaves, and its ancient curved branches extending their embrace from one horizon to another, standing solemnly in an emerald valley beneath the starry night in a solitary prayer. Underneath that tree old mossy stones will hibernate while snuggling the roots that reach the deepest crevices of earth in search of the sweet moisture and warmth of the old world. Little critters will live amongst them. A single blossoming vine of unnamed untamed wild flower shall entwine the expansive trunk all the way reaching the lowest branches. Sweet fragrance of the moist earth mixed with the green perfume of the arbour will permeate the shaded ambiance. And when sudden breezes shall play through the tunnels of the foliage and crosshatching of the branches, it will sound the sonorous melody of the windpipes of Pan. And the filtered moonlight of the November Lune shall silver the dark mahogany of the bark. Together they will create an ethereal opera of sublime thrills. Together we will meet under that tree… in another life. Promise. 22/07/16 ©asamvav111
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    Remember what fueled the Stonewall riots were the harassment of "queens" and "femmes" and "butch lesbians" and they were targeted because they couldn't hide. They shouldn't hide. Perhaps things are a changing now... so much so homosexual people could actually ignore those slurs, at least in USA, though racism and xenophobia never really goes away. Does it?
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