ahh... the cycle we call LIFE i suppose :-)
amazzzzzzziiiinnngg...loved the play of words.....simply loved the pattern that the you have created with the words....incredibly beautiful, i must say...
Raaji: a rose by any other name :)preeti: you are too kind :)
dude u HAVE a way with what u dont say
i am amazed with your blog...dont ever ever stop writing this way...the patterns are almost like motifs... really good...you are weaving random words and creating a fabric of sense...i hope im not raving...ha ha ha ha..
ra: you understand, thats why we are part of a tribe :)preeti: no, you are not raving... welcome to the tribe :)
haa...you filled in the dots...now they become all the more alluring...hmmnnn... :-)
Shoon, what Tribe is this you talk of? The Dark Deadly Tribe?!Cheers! ;-)
M: the tribe that sees in the darkness and the reads the reason behind death....scared? :)
ah u build d cobwebs again...capturin d words in em n also d imagination of d reader!!! gr8 post again dude!!!
I noticed a spider silently propelling itself from the ceiling, down down down to the pile of dirty dishes I was about to wash. I don't mind spiders, even when they are inches from my head, because they are nature's architects. So, I stood still and let it pass, on its way to another dark corner ~ 'to weave what? and where?' I wondered. I looked down and quietly started washing the dishes, my heavy thoughts trapped in the waxy web still clinging to the ceiling.I really really like this post ~ such simple words, but the way you use them and place them, so they can breathe freely and let the reader muse over what is left unsaid. The images, sounds, even smell this post evokes ~ is lovely. I wonder, what or who is your muse?I'm glad I stumbled upon your blog ~ random clicks with Mirandian at This&That.
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