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....cosy....bhaskar.....i'm glad you have found each other.....the two of you are inspirations to me......moonspirit 
posted by
syzygy
on September 7, 2006 at 5:14 PM
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I will late(ly) give you that Choco ! Cosy...LOL...
posted by
Bhaskar.ing
on September 6, 2006 at 1:03 PM
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Bhaskar.ing
LOL and the way into a womans heart is : CHOCOLATE lol
posted by
cosy
on September 6, 2006 at 12:59 PM
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cosy, yes I know what is ironically funny.
You want to know? here it is to your musing, "an open door to the inside of you...whatever that may be".
The way to a man's heart is through his stomach !
posted by
Bhaskar.ing
on September 6, 2006 at 12:50 PM
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Bhaskar.ing
Do you know what's ironically funny? It is you who thinks ME a poet, it is I who doubts my ability. With that said, I believe in you...like you believe in me...we are our worst critiques. Poetry is voiced experiences...an open door to the inside of you...whatever that may be. Be you, be true, be natural, and speak from the heart...what better poetry than that?
posted by
cosy
on September 6, 2006 at 12:43 PM
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Sounds So cosy, cosy. Do u think i can B a poet someday ?
posted by
Bhaskar.ing
on September 6, 2006 at 12:37 PM
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bashkar.ing
"I am numb, I am black., Iam stuffed in a box" Good! I can work on that! That only invites me futher...like a cacoon before it's birth, hideous to the eye, but inside beauty lures growing colors in its wings. Do you know where my inspiration comes from??? Let me introduce myself, I am numb, I am black, TIRED of being stuffed in the box of me? Are you tired too? Let's have a light breakfast and a heavy lunch. How does that sound?
posted by
cosy
on September 6, 2006 at 12:25 PM
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cosy
I am numb, I am black., Iam stuffed in a box, Now what ? Light food for breakfast ?
posted by
Bhaskar.ing
on September 6, 2006 at 12:15 PM
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Bhaskar.ing
you know...the numb feel the most...having so much stuffed in the box of them they have to create the word "numb" to explain the explosive mixture of too much at a time. Remember the color black is the most colorful...having absorbed all colors. Food for thought?
posted by
cosy
on September 6, 2006 at 11:56 AM
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cosy
I remember telling you that you are my new found discovery in poetry. I understand very little of the whole and it disturbs me no end. I am, however, trying my best to come to terms with it, to grip it, to savor the taste, the fragrance, the essence, but still find myself at a loss. Will you be my teacher, cosy, so that I can feel cosy ? Thanks a lot.
posted by
Bhaskar.ing
on September 6, 2006 at 11:32 AM
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very passionate lines.
posted by
afzal50
on September 6, 2006 at 8:30 AM
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Cosy
well written my friend
posted by
Kat02
on September 6, 2006 at 7:30 AM
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