Indrani Ananda

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StoryThe Dreaming Bird The Chosen One55 years 2 months ago
StoryPARANOIA Indrani Ananda18 years 3 months ago
StorySilver swish Rhiannonw128 years 10 months ago
StoryMother’s love, not smother love Rhiannonw69 years 1 month ago
StoryNant Gwrtheyrn, and the Goldcrest Rhiannonw89 years 4 months ago
StoryDARKNESS AT NOON Indrani Ananda210 years 8 months ago
StoryCOSMATOM Indrani Ananda210 years 8 months ago
StoryCORNFIELDS Indrani Ananda210 years 8 months ago
StoryCHERRYGRIPE Indrani Ananda810 years 8 months ago
StoryCARE HOME LADY Indrani Ananda610 years 8 months ago
StoryBLUE OPAL Indrani Ananda210 years 8 months ago
StoryAVATARA Indrani Ananda210 years 8 months ago
StoryAutumn's Lament Indrani Ananda210 years 8 months ago
StoryAUTUMN LADY Indrani Ananda010 years 8 months ago
StoryARKADIAN SKY Indrani Ananda210 years 8 months ago
StoryAPOLLO Indrani Ananda310 years 8 months ago
StoryANCIENT TAPE Indrani Ananda410 years 8 months ago
Story10,000 LIGHT YEARS FROM HOME. Indrani Ananda410 years 8 months ago
Story THE QUEST FOR EL-DORADO Indrani Ananda710 years 8 months ago
Story THE REAPER Indrani Ananda410 years 8 months ago
Story"PLENTY OF SUNSHINE FROM THE WORD "GO" " Indrani Ananda210 years 8 months ago
CollectionMANDALA Indrani Ananda010 years 8 months ago
CollectionEARTH MANTRA Indrani Ananda010 years 8 months ago
Collection"IT"S A FUNNY LIFE" Indrani Ananda010 years 8 months ago
CollectionTHROUGH THE STARGATE Indrani Ananda010 years 8 months ago

My stories

PARANOIA

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,

FYVIE MacSPORRAN

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,

MY LIVING ROOM - THE TRUTH.

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,
Cherry

THE FIGHTER PILOT'S LAMENT

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
Cherry

INFINITE SKY

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

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