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To my friend Pamela......

Some called me woman of words.....
Some called me wandering in thoughts.....
Some called me a story teller.....
Some called me a mystery unsolved.......

In the voices of hundreds......
No one saw the silence I hold.....
The strings of that violin......
only reveal the words untold....

You saw my friend......
The silent melody I hold.....
Keeping it protected......
Like a precious stone.....

You gave me a name......
Beautiful silence.....
And I began to echo ...
The words with silence

Through winds I visit you.....
I see you.....
I wave a kiss when you sleep....
So you have a sweet dream....

--To my dear friend Pamela Martin Ongkiko.......

Release me......

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Release me of your love......
And set me free ....

For I can no longer....
Bear that prisoner in me....

For long I have waited....
For you to set me free.....

For eyes have only wanted.....
Your face in front of me.......

Give me back what You took....
I can no longer lead a life that's empty.....

The heart you stole .....
The peace you shattered.....

Its unbearable sometimes....
When in this lonely time.....

I hear your whispers.....
Eventhough you are no where in distance......

Promising me togetherness....
For a lifetime.....

I am imprisoned ......
In the promise you made......

Now you flew away......
 Like a bird on its way.......

And am still on ground.......
You are nowhere to be found.......

Death is no longer.....
A fear it used to be.......

Now I wanna live.....
Wanna live for my zeals......

Yes I have become selfish.....
But tell me what I must do then, please!!!


Silent Dusk.......

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Silent is the dusk......
When darkness sets its arms to touch.......

The orange shadows of its pleasure ......
 Left in the east to set in the west.........

And still beholding the loneliness..... 
Which stops at bay in a silent melody.......

In this silence...... 
When night falls in love with the dusk.....

Reaching to hug it near the shores......
And whispers in it's ears ......

The moment they meet......
Is only this.......

For dusk reunites with the dark......
And celebrate happily the day's end.....

Dusk meets itself 
mirroring the darkness within...

Holding in arms the night like a bride......
kissing it after day's bright light.....

In the Loneliness......

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In the Loneliness of the quiet......
I remain enclosed sometimes.......

Hardly noticing the speed of time......
Just freezing to live on my life........

Coughing over the coldness of the world.....
I remember some words untold.......

Sometimes crippled, sometimes rippled.....
And sometimes laziness colliding inside.....

From the windows, I watch.....
The waters falling down in drops.....

Drop by drop each one falls...
And collect on the ground......

This is how day by day.......
Life gathers moments and stays......

Stays in the backyard.....
Backyard of memories.....

Where sometimes I wander restlessly.....
Alone.........

Alone to gather the moments......
That I have lost......

Just like sand.....
They slip out of my hands.....

And I sit in that lonely desert.....
For this mirage to be over......

I see some happiness.....
Far away but beyond reach.....

But I continue to fall.....
And emerge again on my knees.....

Holding on to walk again......
And make my way out of this graveyard...…

Review: LOVE @ AIRFORCE by GAURAV SHARMA

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An amazing book from an amazing writer ..... That's what a reader wants. Something that touches the depth of the heart. A story in itself- life we all live. If you think life has been unfaithful to you then, through this book you'll know what's the difference in living our lives and just breathing. Its a fiction yet so close to life. Reality through the words of an Airman.



                   The excerpts have been very attractive and so also is the cover with the flying Sukhoi. A Blackbuck Publication paperback novel authored by Gaurav Sharma who himself has been associated with Mathematics from quite a long time now. Impresses with his approach through minute inspection of human sketches and behaviours. Its a tempting book and you cannot keep it away till you read the whole of it.The freshness of the story keeps the readers glued to it.The author has a good command over the flow of the story from the beginning.


                  The status difference between commissioned…