Etherea.:)

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To be in love again. *Three smiles*.

Snow

A white sheet
Over my eyes
Tethered to a sun

A white sheet
Over my lies
Feathered like a nun

Isn't he "the sweetest thing"?
My brand new nephew, just in - 19 days old.
Born: 3rd of January at 1:45p. He weighed 4 kilos and 180 grams, was 21" long, and had a full head of hair. :)

TheScienceofSleep

I have entered a random competition for a laugh. It is to design a poster based on the title of Michel Gondry's new film "The Science of Sleep".
So can u all do me a favour. Go here and vote for me!
If u cant see my poster then u may have to search for me by name... erm Premjit Ramachandran?
Thanks boss.

P.S. If you dont mind... spread the word... more votes the better !!! :)

Flies

He flies higher than usual
He looks down
He feels smaller
He has a big red nose
Oh, glorious clown
The white suit straps tight
The rope cuts loose
Velocity's friend is insanity's horse
Flat on the ground
On a heap of ants
Funny red legs, oh glorious clown.

You will be remembered
and
you will be forgotten

I shall drive through the curving tunnel,
watching steady white ceiling lights,
Imagining blurry reds and warm ink blues...:)

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Beautiful, Sandeep, so beautiful.

Jeff Buckley is not dead.:)

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He is back, reincarnated as Scott Matthews. *Love*

Love Poem

Sharing one umbrella,
We have to hold each other,
Round the waist to keep together,
You ask me why I'm smiling-
It's because I'm thinking,
I want it to rain forever.

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Vicki Feaver
Thanks, Ru. :)

No more hiroshimas, no more negativity, no more heart hanging on my sleeve, no more discomfort, no more bad dreams, no more nein-no-nots.

Goodnight.

So I am sitting here in an airport, stuck in a space where time doesnt move. I am seeing all sorts of people. I step out to have a cigarette and an auto-rickshaw chap comes up to me and promises me a great time in the streets of Mumbai at 3am. I have to sit here and wait for a flight that is delayed 6 hours. So I decide to follow my instinct and go with the flow. Suddenly he disappears and I am alone again. Stuck in a space where time doesnt move. My hands are tired, my eyes strained, I see all shades of blue, the sound of the generator drones inside my head. When will I get onto that flight and end this wait. Time sometimes can be an enemy. No? I should have jumped into that auto-rickshaw and never looked back.