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Dear ‘girl of my dreams’,
For the entire first year in engineering, I focused on you in
class instead of derivation and integration math. I knew your timetable better
than I knew mine. Your obsession with kala-khatta ice gola was cute too. Your
smile, your long hair, your eyes most of all…they dazzled my senses for the
longest time. However, good things don’t always last. If only… I’d never heard
you talk! You tried too hard to convince anyone who would listen that you had
perfect British accent after your fortnight-long vacation in London’s South
Hall.
Are you still waiting for the Queen to call on you for tea?
Yours sincerely,
Whatever-was-I-thinking-then-stalker ex
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Standing on the highway, Roads leading both ways to somewhere, I stand still and wonder, Where do I belong?
The soothing lullabies of the green mist fairies call. With promises to wrap me in the cool calm fog, Holding me in wet, gentle caresses, lulling the storm within.
The call of the shrill, salt-laden sea sirens, from the sun-baked rocks, Pull me back To join them as they make me one, in the fathomless abyss of wonders unseen.
I lament my fragile being, Born with one heart, not two, Torn between the ebb and flow of waves, And earthy scents in muddy dew.
Both offer me refuge, Cloaking me whole in their embrace, Dust to dust, flesh to flesh and soul to soul.
In this battle between the mind and the heart, The heart but loses steam, Leaving me stranded on a path to nowhere, never to be seen.
My mind has been wrought with depression and all things crappy. This is a result of binge-watching a…
Picture courtesy: Google. Only for representation purpose.
Standing on the highway, Roads leading both ways to somewhere, I stand still and wonder, Where do I belong?
The soothing lullabies of the green mist fairies call. With promises to wrap me in the cool calm fog, Holding me in wet, gentle caresses, lulling the storm within.
The call of the shrill, salt-laden sea sirens, from the sun-baked rocks, Pull me back To join them as they make me one, in the fathomless abyss of wonders unseen.
I lament my fragile being, Born with one heart, not two, Torn between the ebb and flow of waves, And earthy scents in muddy dew.
Both offer me refuge, Cloaking me whole in their embrace, Dust to dust, flesh to flesh and soul to soul.
In this battle between the mind and the heart, The heart but loses steam, Leaving me stranded on a path to nowhere, never to be seen.
My mind has been wrought with depression and all things crappy. This is a result of binge-watching a…
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