tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29479602.post9047722878507213052..comments2023-12-30T07:56:09.054+05:30Comments on wildflower: Cold's here, againwildflowerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02058577354878441243noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29479602.post-81968169672794571302010-10-16T04:19:52.845+05:302010-10-16T04:19:52.845+05:30You love a beautiful mind :)You love a beautiful mind :)wildflowerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02058577354878441243noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29479602.post-45060535108555639312010-10-15T16:59:48.811+05:302010-10-15T16:59:48.811+05:30Felt good, knowing that. Her genius is perhaps how...Felt good, knowing that. Her genius is perhaps how she transformed those that caused her experiences into symbols of brilliant expression with such honesty. She stunned me to silence when I read her. I love a beautiful mind.Surya Prakash Vhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14285299081825283079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29479602.post-25660312638169883642010-10-14T18:27:03.461+05:302010-10-14T18:27:03.461+05:30VB
the emotions that visit you when it's cold ...VB<br />the emotions that visit you when it's cold depend on who you're with..and if you're alone you write like what i've written.. when there's someone for warmth, the case is a different one..<br /><br />Soumya<br />It's reassuring and disturbing at the same time for me..to know there have been others who've been thru stuff like this :|<br /><br />V<br />I'm a fan of Sylvia Plath myself, so much so that I couldn't bear to read The Bell Jar..<br /><br />Aria<br />hmm..we are one of a tribe and our tribe is one of its kind!wildflowerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02058577354878441243noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29479602.post-35170524486219215062010-10-14T12:46:51.455+05:302010-10-14T12:46:51.455+05:30"may be, just may be, I do not want to be hap..."may be, just may be, I do not want to be happy. Yeah, that could be it. Because you know, nothing, practically nothing makes me happy for a considerable period of time"<br /><br />I know. Only that, you express it profoundly.<br />I agree with Soumya's comments. <br />whenever I read you - am at loss for words coz almost everything written here is sooo 'me'!ariahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06914128456715125712noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29479602.post-83594949738266611292010-10-13T19:26:47.258+05:302010-10-13T19:26:47.258+05:30Recommend "the bell jar" and poetry of S...Recommend "the bell jar" and poetry of Sylvia Plath - brilliant as brilliant can be.<br /><br />Her shades of grey blend into unrelenting darkness and she seems to stand alone in her brilliance.<br /><br />I dare say no one made their sorrow look more beautiful than her :)Surya Prakash Vhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14285299081825283079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29479602.post-11511850341986390492010-10-12T17:39:02.671+05:302010-10-12T17:39:02.671+05:30Your posts reflect my life, word by word..
Each w...Your posts reflect my life, word by word..<br /><br />Each word you write, each feeling you describe, I've been through it a million times.<br /><br />I don't know if its a pleasure to know that there is someone else who is going through the same thing as you are, but its weirdly comforting.<br /><br />Thanks..Soumyahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07439590494620390907noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29479602.post-44422546147668614292010-10-11T15:34:03.680+05:302010-10-11T15:34:03.680+05:30* A misanthrope is always lost in narcissistic des...* A misanthrope is always lost in narcissistic despair.And what scares her/me now is the faint traces of daylight that have entered the sky. Yes, day light scares me. It tells me that though the day is still away, the night has almost come to an end. And if I don't get sleep in the next few minutes, I probably never would. I start counting minutes and this chase inside my mind, puts sleep further away.*<br /><br />your posts always have this sense of deja vu'. ALWAYS. i can picture myself writing something sad and happy about the rains, something just as oxymoronish.Vagabondhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17100112139851859630noreply@blogger.com