Subtle Signs

I speak of things i feel, so primordial, that structured expression kills the essence. I speak of things i see. so easy to ignore, yet, so crucial I find release in the seeming disorder of my Poetry; the subtle signs i see.

Friday, March 21, 2025

Things found in life's corners...

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H urt. a knife twisting in your solar plexus churning your insides with all its sharpness. of reality and its acrid sting. But, left there t...
Monday, March 02, 2015

nirukti

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I am  nobody's daughter, nobody's  sister and nobody's mother.  In  the flood of all destruction,   I am  the one thin...
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Tuesday, September 09, 2014

Thank you, old friend

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I've begun to miss my blog with a vengeance,  as if it were a being in its own right; and not something i created. a hundred , a th...
Saturday, July 12, 2014

Truth

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Closed my eyes and i could see what i wanted it to be. It knows no origin; It just is. a beginning unto itself; and an end  ...
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Monday, September 17, 2012

Neurotic love

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Those who know me know that i thrive on the written word. Brilliant writing fills me with an ecstasy, which i am yet to discover in any s...
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Monday, May 16, 2011

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filter pages of pain through my limpid fingers, lilting tunes toss them far away, words of hurt used shimmer on memory banks, but now, l...
Saturday, May 14, 2011

interlude

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my patience with words so feeble, so little while my fingers long; to tap those elusive strings of your. furtive stirrings of my. hear...
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Friday, December 24, 2010

Voices and slingshots

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sheets of gold drape fleeting time into their fold; eternity teases urgent scurrying life. its fleeting flight forever one glance ahead...
Thursday, October 28, 2010

secret hell.

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To dissolve into unyielding nothingness is not difficult. all you need, is a heart that doesn't feel, senses that do not perceive; ...
Wednesday, September 22, 2010

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my paience with words so feeble so little while my fingers long to tap those elusive stirings of your heart fingers feet with every
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Meghana Naidu
Bangalore, India
Nothing compares to the allure and power of the written word. An architect, a writer,a poet, I enjoy the occasional photography Love animals and would hate to live in a world devoid of them Music gives expression to the lost thoughts deep within me.... \m/
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