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	<title>Comments on: Towards a Different Kind of Workshop</title>
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	<description>Where was it one first heard of the truth?</description>
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		<title>By: Ishan Bose via Facebook</title>
		<link>https://thethepoetry.com/2010/09/towards-a-different-kind-of-workshop/comment-page-1/#comment-723</link>
		<dc:creator>Ishan Bose via Facebook</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 07 Nov 2010 18:16:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>This is a poem in which I have put all my desperateness that how I thought of bringing a revolution !!

MY VOICE

I don’t know,
What inspired me so much,
To raise a voice,
A voice against the present happenings.
The dirty things , going on around me.
And trying to pull my breaths out,
And trying to isolate me from my soul.

I raised a voice.
The voice got dissipated.
I lighted a candle in the dark,
To show myself light,
Through the dark night.
But time put it off,
And i was the victim of time.

I tried to put a change,
Which was out of my range.
I got locked.
Locked in an open box.
I tried to get out,
I hopped, I jumped, I crawled,
But in vein.
My voice got dissipated,
In fact, I was demolished.
Yeah....I got diminished.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This is a poem in which I have put all my desperateness that how I thought of bringing a revolution !!</p>
<p>MY VOICE</p>
<p>I don’t know,<br />
What inspired me so much,<br />
To raise a voice,<br />
A voice against the present happenings.<br />
The dirty things , going on around me.<br />
And trying to pull my breaths out,<br />
And trying to isolate me from my soul.</p>
<p>I raised a voice.<br />
The voice got dissipated.<br />
I lighted a candle in the dark,<br />
To show myself light,<br />
Through the dark night.<br />
But time put it off,<br />
And i was the victim of time.</p>
<p>I tried to put a change,<br />
Which was out of my range.<br />
I got locked.<br />
Locked in an open box.<br />
I tried to get out,<br />
I hopped, I jumped, I crawled,<br />
But in vein.<br />
My voice got dissipated,<br />
In fact, I was demolished.<br />
Yeah&#8230;.I got diminished.</p>
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		<title>By: Ishan Bose via Facebook</title>
		<link>https://thethepoetry.com/2010/09/towards-a-different-kind-of-workshop/comment-page-1/#comment-722</link>
		<dc:creator>Ishan Bose via Facebook</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 07 Nov 2010 17:57:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Here&#039;s a little poem I wrote in the memory of my past !

PAST MEMORIES !!

Underneath the bridge walking alone,
I see you,
With smokes figuring your shadow,
And you, trying to come out alive,
Out of the damn thrones.

Many a morning you there been seen,
With your tears augmenting the fresh dew,
Rolling slowly over your chin,
Waiting for something new.

Deep inside a grave like room,
You shut down all windows,
Diminishing all chaos.
Away from light,
You dip yourself in a artificial night.

You go on penning around,
From hither to thither,
From earth to heaven,
You engrave the words never ever spoken.

A despised life closed somewhere deep down my chest,
Eager to come out and fly,
But frightened it is,
Due to the drops of venom,
That flows when you cry.

How despaired you are,
Like someone forsaken,
Like someone over and done,
Like thrush of water come and gone.

 Missing all the things you’re given,
You chose your own path,
You went across the horizon,
Following your dreams,
Putting in a side all your wrath...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Here&#8217;s a little poem I wrote in the memory of my past !</p>
<p>PAST MEMORIES !!</p>
<p>Underneath the bridge walking alone,<br />
I see you,<br />
With smokes figuring your shadow,<br />
And you, trying to come out alive,<br />
Out of the damn thrones.</p>
<p>Many a morning you there been seen,<br />
With your tears augmenting the fresh dew,<br />
Rolling slowly over your chin,<br />
Waiting for something new.</p>
<p>Deep inside a grave like room,<br />
You shut down all windows,<br />
Diminishing all chaos.<br />
Away from light,<br />
You dip yourself in a artificial night.</p>
<p>You go on penning around,<br />
From hither to thither,<br />
From earth to heaven,<br />
You engrave the words never ever spoken.</p>
<p>A despised life closed somewhere deep down my chest,<br />
Eager to come out and fly,<br />
But frightened it is,<br />
Due to the drops of venom,<br />
That flows when you cry.</p>
<p>How despaired you are,<br />
Like someone forsaken,<br />
Like someone over and done,<br />
Like thrush of water come and gone.</p>
<p> Missing all the things you’re given,<br />
You chose your own path,<br />
You went across the horizon,<br />
Following your dreams,<br />
Putting in a side all your wrath&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: Kakali Roys via Facebook</title>
		<link>https://thethepoetry.com/2010/09/towards-a-different-kind-of-workshop/comment-page-1/#comment-721</link>
		<dc:creator>Kakali Roys via Facebook</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 07 Nov 2010 15:33:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thanx Jyoti :)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thanx Jyoti <img src='/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
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		<title>By: Jyoti Pandey via Facebook</title>
		<link>https://thethepoetry.com/2010/09/towards-a-different-kind-of-workshop/comment-page-1/#comment-720</link>
		<dc:creator>Jyoti Pandey via Facebook</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 07 Nov 2010 15:32:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>fabulous!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>fabulous!</p>
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		<title>By: Kakali Roys via Facebook</title>
		<link>https://thethepoetry.com/2010/09/towards-a-different-kind-of-workshop/comment-page-1/#comment-719</link>
		<dc:creator>Kakali Roys via Facebook</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 07 Nov 2010 09:10:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I don&#039;t pray

Smell the violet flower you can see through the window
Touch the white feather about to fall on the roof
Smile at the floating gray cloud shaped like an angel
Feel the warmth of the burning golden candle light

Sing to the noisy tune around you on the city road
Talk to the strange old man sitting by the park
Dance with the river from the hill to plane
Run by the silent lanes you used to hide &amp; seek

Wink at the butterfly, Laugh at the monkey making faces
Color your dresses, walk barefoot on garden green
Capture some moments, read aloud some stories
Cook for your loved ones, pamper your pets or play with kids

So many ways to be with God and living life in a better way
Please don&#039;t doubt which side I am, only because I don&#039;t pray</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I don&#8217;t pray</p>
<p>Smell the violet flower you can see through the window<br />
Touch the white feather about to fall on the roof<br />
Smile at the floating gray cloud shaped like an angel<br />
Feel the warmth of the burning golden candle light</p>
<p>Sing to the noisy tune around you on the city road<br />
Talk to the strange old man sitting by the park<br />
Dance with the river from the hill to plane<br />
Run by the silent lanes you used to hide &amp; seek</p>
<p>Wink at the butterfly, Laugh at the monkey making faces<br />
Color your dresses, walk barefoot on garden green<br />
Capture some moments, read aloud some stories<br />
Cook for your loved ones, pamper your pets or play with kids</p>
<p>So many ways to be with God and living life in a better way<br />
Please don&#8217;t doubt which side I am, only because I don&#8217;t pray</p>
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		<title>By: Saji_ps2002</title>
		<link>https://thethepoetry.com/2010/09/towards-a-different-kind-of-workshop/comment-page-1/#comment-684</link>
		<dc:creator>Saji_ps2002</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 07 Nov 2010 08:30:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>evidently,you have a greatly,passionate love for poetry.. appreciate it.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>evidently,you have a greatly,passionate love for poetry.. appreciate it.</p>
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		<title>By: Joe Weil’s Must Have Books (Towards a Different Kind of Workshop, Part II)</title>
		<link>https://thethepoetry.com/2010/09/towards-a-different-kind-of-workshop/comment-page-1/#comment-595</link>
		<dc:creator>Joe Weil’s Must Have Books (Towards a Different Kind of Workshop, Part II)</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 24 Oct 2010 03:50:50 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] NOTE: This is the 2nd part in Joe&#8221;s series about poetry workshops. The first part can be found here. [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] NOTE: This is the 2nd part in Joe&#8221;s series about poetry workshops. The first part can be found here. [...]</p>
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