Raj Thampi

Rookie - 37 Points (06.09.1973 / India)

Raj Thampi Poems

1. Love Is, Ii [extension To The End] 3/29/2005
2. Shadows 3/15/2005
3. Nostalgia 3/15/2005
4. Love Is, 3/29/2005
5. After A Night 11/15/2004
6. I Tried, I Can'T, I Want... 12/6/2004
7. The Lady & Me 1/19/2005
8. Whistle, Prior, Betrayal 2/13/2005
9. My Friend 11/16/2004
10. Unfaithful 9/27/2004
11. I Repair Your Dreams For A Price 11/15/2004
12. Missing... 11/16/2004
13. Lover, Night, Your 11/15/2004
14. Love Letter 11/15/2004
15. Roads Of Sinaia 11/15/2004
16. Last Dance 11/15/2004
17. That Night-All Mine.. 11/15/2004
18. Blue Corridors 11/15/2004
19. They Never Complain 4/11/2006
20. Alone... 11/15/2004
21. Prince Of Forgotten Thoughts 11/16/2004
22. Shape Of Your 11/16/2004
23. Walking Backwards 11/24/2004
24. Painted Face 12/1/2004
25. Tea 5/24/2006
26. Rain Outside, Inside 3/18/2009
27. God We Can Share My Reading Glasses 4/15/2014
28. Domestic Talks 3/15/2005
29. The Incomplete Few Things 3/15/2005
30. When I Feel Like God 3/15/2005
31. Touching The Blues... 12/1/2004
32. I Sing 4/11/2006
33. Shall I Sleep Now? 11/15/2004
34. Did You Ever? 11/15/2004
35. Advantages [make Your Choice] 4/14/2005
36. Sin 11/15/2004
37. Rabbit Hunting 4/10/2005
38. I Dance..Without Music 12/1/2004

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I Dance..Without Music

Life is a dance which leads each one of us to the ultimate truth-Death. Here I am traveling towards my coffin, not walking but dancing. Without music, without obliged to any defined rhythm, I am inching towards it, towards my coffin. Throughout my dancing once again I am watching everything...

I am dancing without music
Dancing without definite steps
Without a rhythm and melody
Dancing towards the coffin

Daylight creeping away streets
Through the deserted ferries
Windless deserts and silence
I am dancing without music

Through colorless ...

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Nostalgia

and then I want to go there
there where the green running deep
by the hearth
and there where my earth smells virgin
after the first rain
walking there naked feet
and rain dripping from my hair
I want to sit on the roots of old banyan tree
remembering the immature fascinations of first love

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