One Hundred

One Hundred days
One Hundred smiles
One Hundred broken eyes
One Hundred dreams
Ond Hundred mute sighs
One Hundred walks
over One Hundred roads
One Hundred trips
to One Hundred new shores
One Hundred pictures
of One Hundred memories
One Hundred pages
of One Hundred old stories
One Hundred emotions
that are One Hundred hands old
One Hundred days later
the countdown begins anew

Comments

  1. sakhii••May 30, 2010 at 11:03 AM

    n one hundred days since ur last post :D

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  2. Arnab MajumdarMay 30, 2010 at 11:08 AM

    @ Sakhii... Is it, really? Nah, my system can't be that accurate :D hehe

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  3. sakhii••May 30, 2010 at 11:14 AM

    lolzz...but u were rly lost even on orkut!
    nice poetry!...anybody can relate to this :)

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  4. sakhii••May 30, 2010 at 11:14 AM

    lolzz...but u were rly lost even on orkut!
    nice poetry!...anybody can relate to this :)

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  5. Arnab MajumdarMay 30, 2010 at 11:17 AM

    @ Sakhii... I don't really go on Orkut much, somehow. Actually, to be entirely honest, I've not been up to Social Networking for quite some time now - although I seem to be getting back into it :)

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  6. sakhii••May 30, 2010 at 11:27 AM

    okay...c u soon hopefully :D
    btw how cum u keep dis name now??

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  7. sakhii••May 30, 2010 at 11:27 AM

    okay...c u soon hopefully :D
    btw how cum u keep dis name now??

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  8. Arnab MajumdarMay 30, 2010 at 11:31 AM

    Yeah, hopefully see you soon :)

    About the new name... well, the reason why Iddy Albatross was created isn't really true anymore, so here I am :P :D

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  9. Arnab MajumdarMay 30, 2010 at 11:31 AM

    Yeah, hopefully see you soon :)

    About the new name... well, the reason why Iddy Albatross was created isn't really true anymore, so here I am :P :D

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  10. Brian MillerMay 30, 2010 at 3:24 PM

    one a day? one hundred in one hundred...hmmm...i wonder what the signifigance is....

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  11. Arnab MajumdarMay 30, 2010 at 4:33 PM

    @ Brian... Not setting any targets for myself, I don't want blogging to be that way. This is what my subconcious spelt out for me, and I woke up as fast as I could to jot it down... and here it is :D

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  12. buckingfastardMay 31, 2010 at 5:18 PM

    luvd the melancholy of it!!!! btw wats da significance of 100!! :)

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  13. Arnab MajumdarMay 31, 2010 at 5:27 PM

    @ buckingfastard... This one is about a dream I had, which woke me up as it seemed to scream right into my ears "Write, damnit, before you forget what you dreamt about!" The significance of what I could think of was that it's been a hundred days since something happened, something quite important... but I never knew my subconcious knew how to keep count of days like that.

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