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Notes found on the refrigerator August 2015. Silence is a noise we try to avoid. Whether in conversation, in loneliness,. Or, when we are bored. When it is present, it opens the door. With no mind, to a room softly making love. To no one, in no space, for nothing. We kiss our mind gently good-bye;. Entering where our heart is,. Dancing to the music, of a silent chord. Can-Can leaves dancing in frenzy. Fluttering in the same direction,.

Wednesday, August 12, 2015. As light turns softer, fuzzier. Elements of awareness interspersed with nature. Come crashing with a click of luck. It leads me, I follow. I search for things that I have lost. The ball of Gold bares its 180-degrees view. And fires my eyes hacks me,. Tethers me to the surrounding garden. I breathe slowly, absorbing the grandeur. All I hear is the soothing sound of water. Gushing, falling lavishly in swirls. Green scent of coolness, freshness.

Sitting in your comfy chair. Smiles, love and laughter. Smiles, love and laughter. A series of individual haiku written during a flight from Canberra to Brisbane, 20th March 2015. With virgin, a salsa snack. Smiles, love and laughter. Clinging on to summer days. Smiles, love and laughter. Not a haiku, more a memo.

Inspired by the prompt at. Taking refuge in my thoughts. Is the last refuge to which. And they make you king. Inspired by the prompt at.

A Thought and a Few Wishes. January 5, 2015 by umashankar. The chariot of time halts not at intervals of weather, wind or sun. There is no end of year, no beginning, only movement from nothingness to nothingness. September 8, 2014 by umashankar.

And when I close my eyes, I feel like a page, with a crossed out name Ryan Adams. A burden of endless sorrow. Burnt candles left to stand. Rust creeps into every mind. Crimson streams seep in gushing agony. Elevated for every eye to see.

Says 20 year old Usman aka Kasim aka Naved. Who was caught and arrested. He is from our neighboring country. Is it a neighborly act? Our neighbors to realize. That the place where hatred is born. Gets burn itself in its flame. With the unshelled walnut figure. Will dance past our green planet.