A bottomless down,to a prior sky-high up…A tide that soared,quietly crashed into shore…Like the orange and purple horizon,gobbling up the sun,hour by hour,just to devour… Paper would stare,pen wouldn’t dare,Minutes would tick,cursor would just blink;There’s a moat betweenthem and you! May you dare to jump,might you build a bridge;You can’t fail to hear,their one anthem… …
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Line, wave, and axis
You’re a surfer, riding waves day and night… Some towering, some calming Some gentle, some brutal… You ride with pride You’re a zestful surfer… You’re a thinker Thoughts usher when it’s sun or moon… Some stirring, some uninspiring Some moving, some stalling.. You think and not blink You’re a hopeless thinker… You’re an emotional Feelings…
O Memories, where art thou?
It was the late 80s and early 90s, at the cusp of contrasting decades Growing up in India… You were a high-schooler dreaming about college You were a college goer dreaming about career It was the time of a different norm Archaic now but contemporary then Cassette player, VCR or a Walkman, to burn time…
Trials of a trail
When the Honda minivan pulled into entrance of Sea-Tac International Airport, Nandan glanced at his watch and registered that he had three hours before his flight to India departed. An arduous couple months of graduate school warranted a much deserved spring break away from the sprawling campus of University of Washington. He was eagerly looking…