tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32114710.post790858861712926531..comments2023-08-23T17:28:29.389+05:30Comments on The notebook: Bring me homeJui Chitre Deshmukhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06051237040871240089noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32114710.post-76345751019948382172011-08-26T14:59:18.329+05:302011-08-26T14:59:18.329+05:30Hey- I just happened to check your blog today afte...Hey- I just happened to check your blog today after I noticed your name listed below my daughter's[shes Jui too] in Indiblogger!!<br />And such touching posts you have...mind blowingsushhttp://sushmaspage.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32114710.post-44431521937526750292009-11-14T10:26:38.782+05:302009-11-14T10:26:38.782+05:30Reading you after a long time...
you really play w...Reading you after a long time...<br />you really play well with colors (as before) ... bring them to life.. and relate them to feelings very well...<br /><br />bestsidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00619523865895177673noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32114710.post-68040474033138385672009-10-28T18:09:42.896+05:302009-10-28T18:09:42.896+05:30Jui, you should have been born in a different age....Jui, you should have been born in a different age. The imagery in your poems are filled up with nature, leaves, trees, greenery,tree, raindrops....You remind me of the Romantic poets.Shilpa Shastryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14907927673844340288noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32114710.post-43644906167646961292009-10-12T11:45:42.416+05:302009-10-12T11:45:42.416+05:30I have often found myself intensely subdued by an ...I have often found myself intensely subdued by an inexplicable sense where I keep on suspecting myself on whether I can comprehend the poetic thought as objectively as a reader must do or do I succumb to a more subjective conclusion...and I float on in a space that shows me some buoys of nostalgia, some of destined prospect of life, some of artist's passion to mix colours of imagination to colours of life that blur truth in both to offer an illusion as magical as the Truth is; and finally, some dancing ones--hiding and reappearing upon rhythmic waves of life--which carry neither hope nor despair but a promise of music that binds life to its all illusive existence.<br />Whatever it maybe, in essence; I felt a great sense of exploration of the self so finely flowing down amongst those words and moods. That's so inspiring !<br />Regards,Saibal Barmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12704005563126860832noreply@blogger.com