Indrani Ananda

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StoryThe Dreaming Bird The Chosen One57 years 4 months ago
StoryPARANOIA Indrani Ananda110 years 6 months ago
StorySilver swish Rhiannonw1111 years 2 weeks ago
StoryMother’s love, not smother love Rhiannonw611 years 4 months ago
StoryNant Gwrtheyrn, and the Goldcrest Rhiannonw811 years 6 months ago
StoryDARKNESS AT NOON Indrani Ananda212 years 10 months ago
StoryCOSMATOM Indrani Ananda212 years 10 months ago
StoryCORNFIELDS Indrani Ananda212 years 10 months ago
StoryCHERRYGRIPE Indrani Ananda812 years 10 months ago
StoryCARE HOME LADY Indrani Ananda612 years 10 months ago
StoryBLUE OPAL Indrani Ananda212 years 10 months ago
StoryAVATARA Indrani Ananda212 years 10 months ago
StoryAutumn's Lament Indrani Ananda212 years 10 months ago
StoryAUTUMN LADY Indrani Ananda012 years 10 months ago
StoryARKADIAN SKY Indrani Ananda212 years 10 months ago
StoryAPOLLO Indrani Ananda312 years 10 months ago
StoryANCIENT TAPE Indrani Ananda412 years 10 months ago
Story10,000 LIGHT YEARS FROM HOME. Indrani Ananda412 years 10 months ago
Story THE QUEST FOR EL-DORADO Indrani Ananda712 years 10 months ago
Story THE REAPER Indrani Ananda412 years 10 months ago
Story"PLENTY OF SUNSHINE FROM THE WORD "GO" " Indrani Ananda212 years 10 months ago
CollectionMANDALA Indrani Ananda012 years 10 months ago
CollectionEARTH MANTRA Indrani Ananda012 years 10 months ago
Collection"IT"S A FUNNY LIFE" Indrani Ananda012 years 10 months ago
CollectionTHROUGH THE STARGATE Indrani Ananda012 years 10 months ago

My stories

PARANOIA

By Indrani Ananda on Mon, 11 Feb 2013

Enisled within my body-cell a universe is bound In silent conflict with itself, whose peace is never found. If only there were but a door, and likewise but a key,
Spiritual
Poem
Certificate 18

FYVIE MacSPORRAN

By Indrani Ananda on Mon, 11 Feb 2013

Fyvie MacSporran is a mean old sod, And a tight old fist is he: He has a nasty, mean little purse Where many a moth will be. He never will scrape any new coins out,
Humour
Certificate 18

MY LIVING ROOM - THE TRUTH.

By Indrani Ananda on Sun, 03 Feb 2013

It's chaos in here - Absolutely the ultimate in dumping grounds; A hoarder's paradise, Where things fall off and topple As they landslide over each other; Boxes tip up anyway they can,
Unclassified
Poem
Certificate 18
Cherry

THE FIGHTER PILOT'S LAMENT

By Indrani Ananda on Wed, 30 Jan 2013

I do not hate them, those I kill; All strangers in a foreign land; I do not love them, those I guard, Nor do I see them close at hand. Yet to the skies my life I pledge
Spiritual
Story
Certificate 18
Cherry

INFINITE SKY

By Indrani Ananda on Thu, 10 Jan 2013

Yearner for Truth of all things, Philosopher, scientist, astronomer; Skillful grinder of the giant lens, That seeing mirror of the cosmic dream. Vast centuries of universal time are there
Unclassified
Certificate 18

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