tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344636227035648730.post5989472195630450372..comments2023-06-29T16:49:18.750+05:30Comments on Unspoken Words: Her VoiceKalpana Binduhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03776991616949704994noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344636227035648730.post-18359864653051169332010-03-19T21:15:25.547+05:302010-03-19T21:15:25.547+05:30good rymes.good rymes.கவின்https://www.blogger.com/profile/02702378862556763084noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344636227035648730.post-76093560980467587822009-09-15T23:10:01.328+05:302009-09-15T23:10:01.328+05:30That was really touching..
How to make a websit...That was really touching..<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.makemysite.in" rel="nofollow"> How to make a website </a>workhardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02139837491287164337noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344636227035648730.post-45670688612955788702009-08-30T23:28:53.990+05:302009-08-30T23:28:53.990+05:30Purposelessly, my thoughts too ran to my mother, l...Purposelessly, my thoughts too ran to my mother, like a river meandering back to its source, reading this poem.<br /><br />It was raining and I had run back to my home, drenched. She was angry and spoke of how she would like to deal with me. And with a towel she vigorously dried my head, holding me to her breast with a kind of benign violence, thus giving vent to her anger...<br /><br />That was long time back.<br /><br />I think you should sit on this poem once more. There is poetry in these lines. Write as though it is totally to yourself. Don't bother about the reader, because the reader is distraction to the poet.<br /><br />Propel yourself to the stage beyond, fly. Don't remain just on the ground.P. Venugopalhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12145838046697625836noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344636227035648730.post-83457842688090977492009-08-30T10:22:35.280+05:302009-08-30T10:22:35.280+05:30maan jaisi koi dusari cheez ani hoti duniya mein.
...maan jaisi koi dusari cheez ani hoti duniya mein.<br />aur maan sab jagah hoti hai.<br />as bala was wondering about thunder. i think its not confusing she is everywhere actullyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344636227035648730.post-89638945133568704512009-08-28T22:03:31.414+05:302009-08-28T22:03:31.414+05:30I like it..like I listen to my Pa at timesI like it..like I listen to my Pa at timesThe Sunflower Collectivehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01033056075938691658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344636227035648730.post-46403211877135650052009-08-28T20:39:30.441+05:302009-08-28T20:39:30.441+05:30Oh! no...well! then I'll have to wait for some...Oh! no...well! then I'll have to wait for some other occasion. :-) <br /><br />May be what you are saying is right... but that feeling of distant thunder made me feel that it was raining at my place as well..honestly telling you, more my thoughts it was an experience in itself.Kalpana Binduhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03776991616949704994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344636227035648730.post-91912193912113096972009-08-28T18:40:25.398+05:302009-08-28T18:40:25.398+05:30Thunder? DO you think that is a good simile for yo...Thunder? DO you think that is a good simile for your mother's voice? Maybe some other image - like a Koel's call or chatter of the rain - I don't know, but even if you really felt that thunder resonating your mother's voice, poetically it is a bit jarring and awkward. <br /><br />Btw, I don't think I can come for Vatavaran - there is only one free ticket and naturally the director earns it. At present I cannot really afford to spend much...Balachandran Vhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10174364716507089780noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344636227035648730.post-79281286543486346892009-08-28T07:42:07.616+05:302009-08-28T07:42:07.616+05:30Very touching lines. Even I am also missing my Mom...Very touching lines. Even I am also missing my Mom every moment and always feel that she is somewhere around.<br />I liked the template. How you have done it? Its really nice to see the birds are flying and flying.Urmihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11444733179920713322noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344636227035648730.post-26758735608877583432009-08-27T23:14:43.788+05:302009-08-27T23:14:43.788+05:30Actually more than missing, I felt her to be with ...Actually more than missing, I felt her to be with me...for long it was as if she was just around and waking me up.... it was really an experience..Imaginationhttp://www.imaginationpoint.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344636227035648730.post-36201124499606977262009-08-27T14:32:16.849+05:302009-08-27T14:32:16.849+05:30wonderful template yaar..loved it...
and..u missin...wonderful template yaar..loved it...<br />and..u missing mom ? i do..so badly..Sumi Mathaihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05713163060672882686noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344636227035648730.post-20970306487705247932009-08-27T10:44:43.045+05:302009-08-27T10:44:43.045+05:30what to say about mother's voice...... it is a...what to say about mother's voice...... it is always echoing in eveyone's ears wherever we r. we can hear her whenever we want to...in any form....like u did.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344636227035648730.post-92056913281814140842009-08-27T09:28:00.100+05:302009-08-27T09:28:00.100+05:30mm...mm...ஸ்வரூப்https://www.blogger.com/profile/17687594122707234151noreply@blogger.com