tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3370854607321998741.post3791187190048016598..comments2024-02-28T13:58:48.344+05:30Comments on Dare to know the Truth: Rain Messenger's Diary 13...Letter to Annie 2Ritayanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02726810523349962872noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3370854607321998741.post-56895351107365510162010-05-20T00:29:31.400+05:302010-05-20T00:29:31.400+05:30:)..a prose after long time!!!
well arranged thoug...:)..a prose after long time!!!<br />well arranged thoughts and analysismisteriohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00517030906806804491noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3370854607321998741.post-57983954141922336722010-05-15T00:39:45.724+05:302010-05-15T00:39:45.724+05:30I donno why your ANNIE reminded me Blunt's mor...I donno why your ANNIE reminded me Blunt's more than Denver's.<br />Muses are always present at the back of our minds, the shining beacons of last resort when the entire world seems too real and too negative. Muses are what brings back the sappy fluffiness of romance, of hope, positivity back into our lives.<br />And it is largely due to the fact that we are all unfulfilled in our real lives. Somewhere a want cries out, a need rises, a desire takes birth which has no fulfillment. There the muse comes into picture, turning bleak pages into fascinating ones by mere lucid dreaming. <br />But beware your muse does not eclipse reality too often for in the real world there are enough good people left.<br />Cheers.A Poetesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08150983604672895861noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3370854607321998741.post-82841982007436845092010-05-10T20:35:50.602+05:302010-05-10T20:35:50.602+05:30your talent is not only poetry but also your abili...your talent is not only poetry but also your ability for intense introspection. It's amazing when someone can recognize who they are..whether they like it or not. <br /><br />thank you for all your kind comments, they never go unnoticed or unappreciated.james2011https://www.blogger.com/profile/07991977295610396096noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3370854607321998741.post-58249669111380346552010-05-08T16:57:26.569+05:302010-05-08T16:57:26.569+05:30Annie is still there...as she will always be...Annie is still there...as she will always be...Honeybeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17711210420575621562noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3370854607321998741.post-2425801710016168992010-05-07T00:38:23.419+05:302010-05-07T00:38:23.419+05:30I agree...I agree not with a sense of boredom...bu...I agree...I agree not with a sense of boredom...but more with the loss of anticipation...it makes me restless....and then suddenly, all solace is switched off for some reason...yes my world seems to move too fast....and in the process of observing its velocity, i forget that im still tugging at the anchor...like it...give me a sense of belonging, your words...keep writingApekshahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12756043043345185203noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3370854607321998741.post-84799373635903975192010-05-06T23:58:14.397+05:302010-05-06T23:58:14.397+05:30This is very profound, and I like it, even if it i...This is very profound, and I like it, even if it is not like your usual work. It seems rather wistful, and makes me hope that this Rain Messenger will find his Annie and never lose her again...This letter tugs at my heartstrings in the same way your poems do. Keep it up, I enjoy reading your work! :)Starrhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10964874901336060304noreply@blogger.com