tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786837738365859888.post4357685397652957250..comments2008-04-03T21:08:13.632+05:30Inamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05179681869787870521noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786837738365859888.post-36793761660427641312008-04-03T21:08:00.000+05:302008-04-03T21:08:00.000+05:30

Hmm...once again dark,flowing....the Edvard Munch painting adds to the effect.<BR/><BR/>Each reading improves the experience<BR/><BR/><BR/>Great work!!

Sujoy Bhattacharjeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05780198919060262785noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786837738365859888.post-15693533392535991162008-03-27T23:30:00.000+05:302008-03-27T23:30:00.000+05:30

I am gripped by a strange agony ...<BR/>she, who took refuge inside the moon radio ... and, flew the war craft over the Ganges ...<BR/>I again feel a complex numbness, spreading over burnt skin ...<BR/>Yes, we can commence a slaughter :)<BR/>" He who makes a beast of himself<BR/>gets rid of the pain of being a man "

Stoned Nomadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08980880430927734848noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786837738365859888.post-31386820027964744732008-03-19T13:49:00.000+05:302008-03-19T13:49:00.000+05:30

...shine on...

solohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08299147906926081257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786837738365859888.post-31300959130382049372008-03-16T11:24:00.000+05:302008-03-16T11:24:00.000+05:30

I had always liked this poem. Gave me great joy to see it in the 8th Day section of The Statesman. Keep Going!! :)

Ritwik Banerjeehttp://arachnid.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786837738365859888.post-79083273956357525012008-03-12T17:11:00.000+05:302008-03-12T17:11:00.000+05:30

n the girl must have had mystic fires and the moons must've been frosted in you...

SHEELONEEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11804521596654206698noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786837738365859888.post-77567000637814362832008-03-09T19:06:00.000+05:302008-03-09T19:06:00.000+05:30

Absolutely amazing. Write lots more. Loved the 7th moon. I'll be adding a link to your blog on mine. Hope you don't mind.

archetypehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13233631757795551419noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786837738365859888.post-24094146679310739442008-03-09T19:01:00.000+05:302008-03-09T19:01:00.000+05:30

it's a wee bit weird!

Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786837738365859888.post-57693527679969614302008-03-05T20:48:00.000+05:302008-03-05T20:48:00.000+05:30

...we bend down to reach out from shadowy windows to touch this world that exists and breathes, a world that throbs inside the poet's soul...where each image is a myth unto itself... and each slice shrouded in secrecy... secrecy of mysterious love and kingdoms- and kingdoms of war and peace... but then the girl changes the fortune of princes when she plays with half-forgotten words... then we too

littleblackstarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07872560869918957189noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786837738365859888.post-33217064633878527472008-02-29T15:37:00.000+05:302008-02-29T15:37:00.000+05:30

your world is crazy & tempting & eerie & somewhere i'm glad to be everytime i read your poetry.. your world is a turn on! ;) <BR/><BR/>thanks for being a poet.

Burberry Princess..http://www.blogger.com/profile/15716125968463983465noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786837738365859888.post-56403081284526114352008-02-28T19:26:00.000+05:302008-02-28T19:26:00.000+05:30

@parjanya: yes, my world repeats, just like history and some dreams do.

Inamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05179681869787870521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786837738365859888.post-67443854282399639262008-02-28T00:50:00.000+05:302008-02-28T00:50:00.000+05:30

Hmmm.....Good but a tad repetitive....and quite Inamish in certain ways (that is the highest compliment i can think of right now :))

Parjanyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482813542799623778noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786837738365859888.post-50954654714198805962008-02-26T21:14:00.000+05:302008-02-26T21:14:00.000+05:30

Well it felt like i entered d world full of bats n d worms wriggling all around n me being sliced down to pieces n d scarred body filled d sky with its syrupy oddity n i loved it...

tanushreehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434545689011727960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786837738365859888.post-38934291043954799552008-02-26T21:04:00.000+05:302008-02-26T21:04:00.000+05:30

my thoughts are blades<BR/>that slice words<BR/><BR/>with visions also worship poetry<BR/><BR/>- in other words - beautiful

Shyamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03831492298759228429noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786837738365859888.post-2867581490187661072008-02-26T13:22:00.000+05:302008-02-26T13:22:00.000+05:30

your mind is a blade that slices excellence giving it an out of the world meaning altogether.<BR/>tui 'montroshokti' porechish?<BR/>yes,u remind me of Ishwar Patuni.tor khomota ke choto korchi nah kintu...

Pongy Papayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03556978047897531342noreply@blogger.com