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Thursday, September 22, 2005

Dismembered

fragments of
a story- that much
loved second line,
a middle thought of
never written,
and ending -
now lie
furiously
putrifying
in my mind.

7 Comments:

Anonymous tangent said...

aahaa..oho!!
this is fantastic. your best work to-date.

12:09 AM  
Blogger Shyam said...

Very evocatively said... "beautiful", I would say, but that's for the way you've written, not for the image that it brings to mind! :)

2:03 PM  
Blogger Jyotsna said...

I am looking forward to the story now..and dont let it putrify.Just let it flow!
:)

6:19 PM  
Blogger david raphael israel said...

Indira---
it's paradoxical how fresh
the word "putrifying" becomes

the darker the ink
the sharper the line?

self-irony's the mother
of all charm

cheers, d.i.

2:24 PM  
Blogger Aravind said...

Excellent, as always.

9:23 AM  
Blogger Between The Covers said...

You have quite a regular fan club, haan? How wonderful! Very evocative too, think I need to head out now and dismember the putrefaction within my own...

9:37 PM  
Blogger Dan Husain said...

This is phenomenal! Brilliant! :-)

2:41 AM  

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