The plop, the pain.
Drizzle, thunder and the storm.
The plops gather,live and re-live.
Pain plops,lives,wilts and dies.
Drizzle- as she whispers in my ears.
The thunder,as I hold her to my heart.
"The storm"- Is something that happened after...
The plop, the pain.
Drizzle, thunder and the storm.
The plops gather,live and re-live.
Pain plops,lives,wilts and dies.
Drizzle- as she whispers in my ears.
The thunder,as I hold her to my heart.
"The storm"- Is something that happened after...
Love and Life!,
What are these ?
Pang?, Pain? or are they something above all these?
The contemplation is tough,
Do you know why a boat is wrecked by a storm?
Or do you know why storms are actually born?
Well, thats more of a life for you...
Why is it that a bleeding quill offers no resilience,
Until the entirety of the parchment is completely acquired..
Or why is it that the parchment bears the pain,
When it has nothing to gain..
Well, thats love for you..
Time, constraints, life and the move ahead. They are perhaps the mostly generalized process that applies to almost all phenomena( Moreso, with the metamorphosis). The reason I’m writing this is pretty much along the lines of being mind boggling( if I were less informed, It could well be classified as a time-pass post ).
I have been almost out of the blogging world for quite sometime now.Oflate, I have actually got all those poetic dew's go to droughts. But, today was something different; It’s been a very grotosque evening. Maybe it’s the first time in a long time that I’ve felt the need to post something on my blog without a definite plan. My afternoon was patterned to the most accurate tile, I met tones of angst,love,nostalgia,then angst again and more sorrow. I really dint have much to say.(I really dont!).
So, Later this evening I just put my head underneath the pillow and let the thoughts flow. I could actually see all my accumulators, reg AX,BX,CX, the PC, etc ; All arranged so beautifully. It looked as thought my CPU ( with a very fast REM-Rapid Eye Movement) could actually prepare a powerpoint presentation ( Disclaimer: I really dont know whether it used a licensed version of MS Office!).
But at the end of it all, It was great. It was so very indescribable. It was different! and this difference in the zero sum has led me to merit it with a post on my blog. For those who really thought this to be a serious post, well, I am sorry folks!. This one is as doodelic as it could get; Call it crap, call it shit!. I accept it all, but I cant but get words to describe this posts merit..:P
Bare foot management is pretty idealistic, and the basic assumption is that a fat pocket root would imply a brainy head goof!. On the other hand, the basic assumption behind tech'ed butter fingers is that everyone is inherently an idiot stuffed and sandwitched between a direct propotion of a fat pocket squared and the root of the tag's fame.
Can we ever have something for the moderates?. Its high time that a tech-geek and a management-freek shake hands!.To put it in other words, left stuff is pretty much too ideal and more inclined along the lines of being hypothetical. It assumes an Omega, when the nail has been struck over a big-Oh or perhaps marginally below the bets of Oh. Similarly, in assuming that every one is a righist essentially over the halo of the IIMs is perhaps a misconception, I am sure that they are not packed as a right, but moulded as one!.
A simple epitome of a fact, learnt this from my first rounds of mock GDs for IIM-A. Darn!, I just got to know how life is on the other side of the Moon!.
Talk about 99.81?!. For a second i turned dyslexic and assumed mine to be the strrev(99.81).
Ever seen a mirage?!- I did!
