When mind fails to keep up with ambient athleticism and nerves begin to burst at the seams
When eyes plan to see what you want to and the finger tips begin to feel abstract nouns
When self cries out in agony of latent mediocrity and lips tremble at the sound of I
When motives haunt your innocence and reality is a painted ship upon a painted ocean
When milieu is defined by horizon and margins creep over to occupy your pages
When sunshine shies away from you and raindrops stop just above your head
When blase sarcasm is confused for wit and words begin to dictate the poem
When lesser known fears assume unknown proportions and fullstops are welcome
Then lets talk and take the long promised walk .... ..... ..... .....
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"It feels nice to write in English at times."
Hey K,
Reply - to the 9th comment on "High Bread". Please.
Nice. It is reminiscent of 'Where the mind is without fear' by Tagore in structure.
1 thing ,when u were in iim were u among rankers-president medal or top 10?coz i heard only toppers can get offers from goldman....plz tell
I was amongst the bottom 10 in IIM, hope this helps. Would appreciate if I am not asked questions on life so far in this forum
I am amused again
alle alle..inna gushshaaaa........
your blog is really admirable..and congratulations for your success...hope you kip the flame ignited......
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