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    <category>Poetry</category>
    <category>Music</category>
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      <title>on an office floor somewhere on Diwali 2007</title>
      <link>http://hallelujah.blogdrive.com/archive/80.html</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 31 Mar 2008 16:49:04 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Burn, boy, burn</title>
      <link>http://hallelujah.blogdrive.com/archive/79.html</link>
      <pubDate>Wed, 03 Oct 2007 08:12:42 GMT</pubDate>
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The bird proudly willing to burn, 

So that he may live again, 

Chooses the flames of fires 

That burn the aged Phoenix 

The nature stands still 

Till a new young bird starts again, 

and begins the legend of the Phoenix.

- Claudian (Roman author)

Legend has it that
one day many many moons ago; the Sun looked down and saw a large bird with
bright red and dazzling gold feathers. The Sun God blessed him, &quot;Glorious
Phoenix, you shall be my bird and live forever!&quot;

 

 

Since then it has
been the destiny of the legendary bird. It lives and a time comes when it... (more)</description>
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      <title>Suppliments of genitals</title>
      <link>http://hallelujah.blogdrive.com/archive/78.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 29 Sep 2007 13:55:20 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>It was a
morning at the hillside

It was Kafka
in Hand, coffee on the table

It was junk
in the bedroom

It was all
perfect.

The graves
were still and the grass wet with dew.

Woe to
formalism I was allowed to smoke two joints of marijuana as I woke up,

I was allowed
to drink ten bottles of beer and throw up at 10 in the morning.

I was allowed
to kick off my shoes and run through fields of wheat

Nobody to
stop me as I trampled on standing crop.

The men who
grew them were busy committing suicide.

In our
democracy it's raining.

It's raining
in Kerala,... (more)</description>
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      <title>No One goes out leaving unfinished business</title>
      <link>http://hallelujah.blogdrive.com/archive/77.html</link>
      <pubDate>Fri, 07 Sep 2007 11:24:13 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>
       It's the hardest thing to give your beliefs away;
      to rip them from beneath your facade.
      In the tiny crack of a stranger's smile... you fell.
      Its span let you pass while it held me at my waist to only writhe      against it.
      What brought us here to this ugly season of poisoned words and      frigid abandon?
      You gave yourself away like the spare change you toss to the      bums.
      You made yourself a void, begging to be filled by anything...
      anything that wasn't me.
      Familiar was ugly. It reeked with the stench of common yesterdays.
      It... (more)</description>
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      <title>Well</title>
      <link>http://hallelujah.blogdrive.com/archive/76.html</link>
      <pubDate>Wed, 05 Sep 2007 16:40:22 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Easy Virtue
Who
While I sleep
Where do you go 
Which way does the magnet pull you...
Is their a magnet inside you 
Which will bring you home sometimes?</description>
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      <title>The Tibetan Book of Death-Tantra</title>
      <link>http://hallelujah.blogdrive.com/archive/75.html</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 30 Jul 2007 11:13:53 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>

The Tantra on Eliminating
All Evil Rebirths is a work belonging to the class of Yoga Tantras. Like many
Tantras, the text is presented in the form of a dialogue between the Buddha and
an assembly of gods, in The Tibetan Book of Dead. The chief of these deities,
Shakra, asks the Buddha what has happened to the young god Vimalamaniprabha,
who has fallen from one of the six Buddhist Heavens, known specifically as the
&quot;Heaven of the Thirty-three gods.&quot; The Buddha responds that the young
god has fallen into the Hell known as Avici (&quot;without respite&quot;) where
he is undergoing insufferable... (more)</description>
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      <title>The Tibetan Book of Death</title>
      <link>http://hallelujah.blogdrive.com/archive/74.html</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 30 Jul 2007 10:52:14 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>The Sutras-The Ti9betian Book Of Dead
The original Sanskrit texts of the Sutra
on Passing from One Existence to Another and the Sutra on Death and the
Transmigration of Souls are no longer extant and are known only through
their Tibetan versions. Both Sutras deal principally with two topics, karma
and its relation to rebirth. The popular and oft-quoted Sutra on Passing
from One Existence to Another relates that during the Buddha's stay in
Rajagriha, a certain king named Bimbisara questions him on the transitory
nature of karma and how rebirth can be effected by thoughts and... (more)</description>
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      <title>The pen IS as mighty as the sword</title>
      <link>http://hallelujah.blogdrive.com/archive/73.html</link>
      <pubDate>Thu, 26 Jul 2007 11:35:06 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>
 Sun Tzu Wu was a native of the Ch`i State.  His ART OF
  WAR brought him to the notice of Ho Lu, King of Wu.  Ho
  Lu said to him:  &quot;I have carefully perused your 13 chapters.
  May I submit your theory of managing soldiers to a slight
  test?&quot;
       Sun Tzu replied:  &quot;You may.&quot;
       Ho Lu asked:  &quot;May the test be applied to women?&quot;
       The answer was again in the affirmative, so arrangements
  were made to bring 180 ladies out of the Palace.  Sun Tzu
  divided them into two companies, and placed one of the King's
  favorite concubines at the head of each.  He then bade them
  all... (more)</description>
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      <title>This </title>
      <link>http://hallelujah.blogdrive.com/archive/72.html</link>
      <pubDate>Thu, 05 Jul 2007 12:36:52 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>    There is a feeling that this is going to be the last entry in this blog. Loads of confessions directed at no one in particular, have been made. Now its time for salvation. Thus a holy sabbatical.

Peace Fellowmen.....Peace REBELS ......PEACE ANGRY SPIRITS.........

 
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      <title>Dreamland</title>
      <link>http://hallelujah.blogdrive.com/archive/71.html</link>
      <pubDate>Tue, 01 May 2007 19:49:15 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>GRAVEYARD OF DREAMS
I stand guard
Like a father on the grave of his 10 year old son...</description>
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