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Sonnet I: That which Sings

Posted on March 27, 2014 by Rahul

Originally posted on David Emeron: Sonnets:
I sing to thee of winter’s rain, my sweet; I sing of hours spent and hours kept; Of all the dreams beneath this rain, we’ve slept; For all the time I’ve held thy head,…

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Sonnet VI: Her Call

Posted on February 25, 2014 by Rahul

Originally posted on David Emeron: Sonnets:
I hear the rain; she calleth as she did So many years ago. But now I can Not heed this pain. She claimed me as her man; No longer is it so. Thus am…

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The Flâneur in Me

Posted on February 12, 2014 by Rahul

The long walks that I so often take or have taken in the past, in the cities I have lived or am living, has a word for them. The word is flânerie and the one who keeps himself interested in … Continue reading →

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The Triumph of Bullshit – by TS Eliot

Posted on December 20, 2013 by Rahul

I refrain from profanity in my communication, either written or verbal. It weakens the argument, lowers the status and tramples the elegance of communication. In the last post, I somehow used one: “bullshittery”. And then I wondered on the origins … Continue reading →

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Sonnet II

Posted on December 13, 2013 by Rahul

But a passing picosecond in the clock of time flowing. But a miniscule spot in the infinite space all around. But a drop of water in ocean of life not so glowing. But a toy in a maze and moving … Continue reading →

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