The Known Unknown
The rain comes
Approaching in a roar
I can't see it, can't touch it
Nor smell or feel it
I can't know how it will be
To get drenched in it
Yet I know it pours
And I am gladder for it.
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4.8.13
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On thoughts and sighs. New places and old times. Of darkness and rhyme and whisky. Honesty and the unreal. On today and tomorrow and hope and nothing.
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- 2x3x7
- a demented mind
- a's focus
- cellar door
- chapati kid
- desi pundit
- domain maximus (sidin)
- gawker
- green channel
- his royal shivness
- india uncut
- inkspill
- jabberwock
- mint chutney
- perhaps pallavi
- petty change
- prashant miranda
- saale bhehnchod
- simple desultory philippic
- singapore ahoy
- smoke signals
- song for the asking
- venk@
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