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Ok...after deep, sad, nonsensical, strange and "what the hell was that" kinda posts, time for some normal writings. I tried my hand at writing a poem. Alright alright, laugh all you want, but hey!! I could manage 4 lines that made atleast me think they were funny. So not really bad for a start. Actually, I have written poems before when I was a kid, they were about seas, skies, flowers, pups and birds. The only remotely mature poem that I wrote was about the desert which ran for 16 lines and where I havent made much efforts to make the last words of every two lines rhyme!
Past 15 days flew by, they were happy fun filled days. Thats all it takes...friends around you to make u fall in love with your life all over! Various trips, activities (no comments on the nature of these), some good cooking leading to good food, silly fights, boredom, contemplations, laughter, sharing secrets, some reading, wild dreams in the early morn, party, staring at a star filled sky, finding two shooting stars, people thinking I am out of my mind...what more do you want? (I would have preferred it sans the last one perhaps). Yes! Life is good again!
And oh since "I" thought that the poem about the desert was mature, I sent it to a magazine for publication. So, when I open an envelope that has arrived a few days later expecting to find a check, I see the letter that I have repeatedly seen at different circumstances in my life until now...."We regret to inform you...."! Oh the "regret" letter! We are all quite familiar with that arent we?
Past 15 days flew by, they were happy fun filled days. Thats all it takes...friends around you to make u fall in love with your life all over! Various trips, activities (no comments on the nature of these), some good cooking leading to good food, silly fights, boredom, contemplations, laughter, sharing secrets, some reading, wild dreams in the early morn, party, staring at a star filled sky, finding two shooting stars, people thinking I am out of my mind...what more do you want? (I would have preferred it sans the last one perhaps). Yes! Life is good again!
And oh since "I" thought that the poem about the desert was mature, I sent it to a magazine for publication. So, when I open an envelope that has arrived a few days later expecting to find a check, I see the letter that I have repeatedly seen at different circumstances in my life until now...."We regret to inform you...."! Oh the "regret" letter! We are all quite familiar with that arent we?