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Glad that pple have been appreciating stuff that i have been doin from time to time 
hey all you lovely
people out there!
YOU ROCK!
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Here
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GO!
now and i
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brought myself lots of gifts today
thought it would make me happy
also brought myself a lunch,
a dinner, and shared it with myself
it was good.
asked some of my friends,
who their best friend was
their faces brightened, and
they told me different names
all i heard was 'not you'
me was happy they all had 'Best Frends'
was sad i wasnt in their minds.
someone fed me a little rice
with her hands from her tiffin
that filled me more than i could
imagine i dint have to eat anything
for the rest of the day.
there is a song in my head,
and its a happy one.
tHE cHILL
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Sometime in 1998, a friend of mine was talkin
of 'the nuclear winter chillin in her heart'
What the fuck is that, I was about to ask
But I was already sweatin in the chill.
Aint sure if she really said that
But i got the message alright: a nuclear winter!
"Oh okie babe; A Nuclear Winter."
There was no doubt something was there...
"seems more like an active volcano"
me wanted to tell, though i couldnt.
how could one tell his new best friend
that it was just menstural cramps and
and not nuclear winter.
so fuckin funny times of 1998.
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why did i write this i dont know, nothin like this happend,
or perhaps somethin very similar happend, weird!
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Love In The Time Of Diarrhea
love in the time of diarrhea
you mean...
haha..o... SHIT
love in the time of diarrhea..!!!! .ewww
o babe, i love practical jokes
though i hate them romeos
making love that way
to juliets numb from diarrhea
will someone tell them please
to stop making hay
while its raining?
bastards!
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the following poems were written originally in malayalam by my friend
remesh k.a., development officer, ICDP, Kasaragod.
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I Hate Them Eyes
The images I get to see
These days are
Poignant than ever
Uteruses of mother�s slitted by riots
Kids displayed for sale on footpaths
The youth sick of the folly world
Finding sense in suicide
Newer theories and models of
Development glorifying prostitution
The old dumped among
Garbage and flith
And these eyes punished to
See; or the merciless eyes giving
Just that blank stare at the shocking images
I hate them eyes
Blinding ourselves now
shut close our eyes let us -
Stay still � and meditate.
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They Say
They Say: : �Global economy shows positive trends after LPG�
� Suicide rates have escalated than natural deaths.
They Say: �Global village only means a global market; not
global citizenship�
� you may please continue to vegetate as a third world
or something more remote, remain an asian or an African,
or better be a christian, islam, hindu, or a jew.
They Say: �united patent law is a measure to protect the rights
of innovation�.
� don�t ever produce a thing outside the G-7 nations.
They Say: � Our control on world media and information systems
is to help better reach of information in every nook
and corner of the world�.
� The thought processes of the future generations have to
germinate and expand through us.
They Say: �Structural adjustment programme (SAP) is to
strengthen national economies and will not harm
the common in the long run
� By then its hoped that they all would be dead.
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Of war; also of love
Its so, is it?
Helplessness of nationalities
Raining down as bombs
Everyone now has a lot
A lot to talk about war
Statistical data
Losses
Monetary �����������$ 1636.28 billion
Physical assets �������.$ 3273.543 billion
Lives�������������..$ approx. 1.5 million
What no one talks about
Shattered love in wartimes
Bruised hearts
Moistened eyes
She; withdrawn and alone
He; indifferent and alone
Wars are supposed to be great
Sacrifices; like love.
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