Posted on July 31, 2007 by gautami tripathy
recycled-old memoriesinto a poem
While teaching my students to recycle stuff to save the environment, I too followed that lead and came out with this. I have not written a short verse for a long time now.
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Posted on July 31, 2007 by gautami tripathy
recycled-old memoriesinto a poem
While teaching my students to recycle stuff to save the environment, I too followed that lead and came out with this. I have not written a short verse for a long time now.
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Posted on July 31, 2007 by gautami tripathy
“At last.” He thought, waiting for her to check out. He was elated as he was going to see her after 12 years.
Though they had been corresponding for all those years but had had no opportunity to meet. He remembered her as the chubby faced pigtailed teenager.
And she had refused to send her picture, [...]
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Posted on July 29, 2007 by gautami tripathy
draping my thoughts on a wire, freeing the mind, i survey the skylooking quizzically for answers,willing it to shed wisdom.
i droop my head to the earth, asking the same questions.rough surface ricochets itback to my mind, unbroken.
turning to the raging riveri again try to end burden within.nevertheless, flowing waterwashes the thoughts, returning
it over again. i [...]
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Posted on July 29, 2007 by gautami tripathy
draping my thoughts on a wire, freeing the mind, i survey the skylooking quizzically for answers,willing it to shed wisdom.
i droop my head to the earth, asking the same questions.rough surface ricochets itback to my mind, unbroken.
turning to the raging riveri again try to end burden within.nevertheless, flowing waterwashes the thoughts, returning
it over again. i [...]
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Posted on July 27, 2007 by gautami tripathy
Sunday Scribblings asks us to write about phenomenon.
Villanelle of the Sciences
in my younger days, phenomenon meant scientificevents recurring could be comprehended with proofsexplanations were a plethora with no blatant tricks.
learning those bigger formulae never made me sickwe took those in a stride, uncaring of any spoofs.in my younger days, phenomenon meant scientific
mind was nurtured with [...]
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Posted on July 27, 2007 by gautami tripathy
Sunday Scribblings asks us to write about phenomenon.
Villanelle of the Sciences
in my younger days, phenomenon meant scientificevents recurring could be comprehended with proofsexplanations were a plethora with no blatant tricks.
learning those bigger formulae never made me sickwe took those in a stride, uncaring of any spoofs.in my younger days, phenomenon meant scientific
mind was nurtured with [...]
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Posted on July 27, 2007 by gautami tripathy
Sunday Scribblings asks us to write about phenomenon.
Villanelle of the Sciences
in my younger days, phenomenon meant scientificevents recurring could be comprehended with proofsexplanations were a plethora with no blatant tricks.
learning those bigger formulae never made me sickwe took those in a stride, uncaring of any spoofs.in my younger days, phenomenon meant scientific
mind was nurtured with [...]
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Posted on July 27, 2007 by gautami tripathy
Slowie the tortoise and fastie the hare started the race just as their ancestors had done. From the same place.
Fastie was out of range in no time, throwing dust on his way.
Poor Slowie! He trudged along wearily but was not defeated. He knew of the old story where his grandfather had won the race. So [...]
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Posted on July 26, 2007 by gautami tripathy
outside the windowsill, a tiny leaf sproutsnervous of the terrainbut eager to absorbthe sunshine. lightstares back, unsmilingwilling the leaf to be useful. sipping a littlewater, it senses changes,each pore tinglingopening to ensconcethose noxious gasesyet giving out oxygen-sustaining all life forces.understandings thepurpose of its life,shoot blossoms to treeperpetuating the world.
we, the civilized onesaxe it down to [...]
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