How??
Last night I cut away a part of me
That I may face the morrow
I washed the blood off so none would know
Then how did the morn dawn drenched??
- Shail Mohan (March 2009)
Shail's Nest
Where fingers tap dance…
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From Thru my eyes
When my fingers tap dance on the computer keyboard the results are either some tongue in cheek humor, a verse, a short story, a rant or sometimes mere rambling prose that goes nowhere in particular.... You'll find them all. So go ahead, take your pick and be bored to death!!
Where they come from…
It is often the flood
of that colourless blood
which we call silent tears
that will dissolve all our fears
Me:
Smiles they want not tears
And what’s mine is only fears
As I contain the flood
Of that colorless blood.
Sorry PRG. I borrowed a line from you!
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B.E.A.U.T.I.F.U.L
Me:
T.H.A.N.K. Y.O.U. Sashu!
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wonderful !
Me: Thanks Dhiren!
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Hurts! And how! But it heals too, when the tears drench, and the pain flows out!
Me: Yeah, when the tears flow out, yes!
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This is a poetic 55-er. Many couldn’t succeed when it was introduced but Shail I guess you would have been a winner with your soulful words.
Me: Was there a poetic 55-er introduced?? Never knew of that.
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Hello. Long time girl.
Well written like always. liked it!
Rhett
Me: Yeah Rhett, long time! Thanks!
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Lovely!! No more words..
Me: Thanks so much Biju!
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my!! that had an eerie touch to it. brought in a chill!!
Me: Well, it is always painful cuting off a part of you!
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Lovely.
Me: Thanks IHM
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Beautiful!touches a chord somewhere inside…
Usha has said it beautifully…
most of the time I have nothing to add coz you say it all so beautifully…so I just lurk and read
Me: Indyeah, thats quite a compliment. Thank you! Keep lurking and commenting in between!
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When Pain is held within
And tears stay in unseen pots
Nature decides it needs to cry
And Rain drenches the Dawn.
Me:
Laden clouds weighed down
Await the Western Wind to blow
Without its caressing touch
How can the tears flow??
Thanks Rashmi!
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Little do we realize that the morn dawn is just a lighter version, an extrapolation, an alter-ego of the night…
Me: Nikhil, that’s a point!!
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Really bloody nice
Me: Pallavi, you are bloody generous!
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Lovely Shail…chilling too, as someone has put it…have been out of my online world for quite some time…got a lot of reading to do
Me: It always is when you are cutting away a part of yourself Ganga.
Thanks! I myself have not been around as much as I usd to be. Have been travelling and will be doing so for some more time.
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like always:wonderful !
Me: Thanks and hugs Isabel!
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Where the hell do you get such stuff??! Awesome
Me: The feeling is mutual Ritu. Thats what I think when I read what you write!
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Long time
Lovely words
Me: Yep, long time Shilpa! Thanks!
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Nice, nice, nice! This one I liked.
Me: Thanks OJ!
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Shail, when you are so good at this then you simply must try this one too, guess and win the 55 Words Fiction Correct Guess Award
http://indianhomemaker.wordpress.com/2009/04/11/55-words-she-waited-to-be-alone/
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