O Time! Moderate your pace,For with you, I am in no race. You skip over any and all the boundsLike a group of excited hounds,Who, when they sense fear excess,Dart all the faster with no recess; Your perennial, invisible stream flows,Which itself, about time, not knows;Its work is to keep flowing stillAnd never, for even … Continue reading Time
A drop. Two more.On Earth's parched floor.I can count them for now,And just long for more. A drizzle. A downpour.Out on the moor.The countryside seems resurrectedThat is for sure. Two seconds. Only one more.And suddenly I exit the lureOf the sweetest dreams;Now I am outside dreamland's door. And in reality soreI see the problem's core,That … Continue reading Only An Alien’s Lore
The little bird sat helpless in a corner It had fallen out of its nest, During one of its vain attempts to fly Which had seemed to be going for the best; It had finally managed to flutter its wings And take to a joyful flight; However, the dream coming true would soon turn Into … Continue reading The Plight of Flying Prematurely for Dreams
This is the story of a History Exam,termed asthe 'Third World War' andthe 'Second Cold War.'Please pay solemn respect to the martyrs. It was a hot and humid FridayBut for that, we weren't sweating,Tensed, sweaty faces were all aroundBecause the History exam was waiting. Number of chapters? Only sixFour from History, two from Civics.Marks of … Continue reading The History Exam
'Who am I?' My view on one of the most asked philiosophical questions of all time.
We were friends. We were brothers. We were confidants. We were so much more. Even till that last day. The last day before that fateful day When disaster struck and tore us apart
[The week has been extended till Sunday, for henceforth I will be posting taking the week as Monday-Sunday] This weeks was a most anticipated week for me. The reason, of course, was that the Comet Neowise, which was supposed to be visible from the Northern Hemisphere this week. Alongside is a story, which has also … Continue reading 16-26 July: An Elusive Comet and a Madman
'You think I am mad, don't you?' No response. The old man smiled further, as if he was enjoying himself thoroughly. His wrinkled cheeks and forehead, showing his age, did not stop his eyes from shining, which were still young. He had the look of a an enthusiastic teacher, ready to share his knowledge willingly, while also willing to listen to others. Then he said, quite abruptly, 'How do you know that it is I who is mad, and not you?'
This week was slated to be one of the most important weeks of my life after the announcement that the Board marksheets would be out on the 10th of July, over three months after the exams were stopped midway due to the coronavirus pandemic. Along with that news, there's discussion about masks, and some mighty … Continue reading 9-15 July: Marksheets, Masks, and Mighty Insects
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