Monday, June 8, 2009

I Am The Bridge Comments

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Ocean of my memory
Turbulent and violent
I bob at its surface
Feeling a force buoyant
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Nikunj Sharma
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Subroto Chatterjee 18 July 2009

Symbolic 'pillar' of strength. Very nicely done. All the more now that you're a family man....! Cheers. Subroto

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Deborah Cromer 09 July 2009

We all build bridges. To connect to and travel. From one mind to another, we build invisable passage. Our thoughts from one mind to another reach each other. Our communication back and forth travels on the bridges we create. We are builders that way. We construct converstion. I love bridges. DC

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Indira Renganathan 30 June 2009

Even to open our third eye...it is our destiny's decision...if one thinks it is I or myself...then it is Maya or illusion...not the real....reality is the supreme Being in whose hands our destiny held.....kindly read my 'Vidhi'...thanks for sharing

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Danny H 30 June 2009

An extremely clever metaphor. i love the beginning sucking me in, for some reason it made me think of a vast ocean and you a object deserted just left to bob, with the surfaced waves passing an moving freely idk thats just what popped in my head for some reason as always i loved your poem, they always have clarity in making the reader visualize all different kinds of things vast to our imaginations

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