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Posted on: Apr 11, '09

Past Revisited

Discovering an old friend on Orkut

In all possible terms, I won’t be parsimonious to admit that you are some of the precious pebbles I have gathered while playing on Life’s turfs. A blow of the South wind while drives a heap of foam off the torrid waters to paint my face grey, I have used your edges in my tiny hands to brush off the foamy slants.

On Ravenshaw’s crayon hues and flashy meadows I recollect your name.
My unruly pride might go awry;
My head may bend in shame,
But the fact that I shared Shakespeare & Marlowe with you
Doesn’t require any blame.

A newer game is this,
Eastward ho! And the sky is bright.
A rosy dawn tends to stem.
Decade may dwindle, Years may swindle,
A relation can’t go without a name.
Small bickerings suck our life force,
I will weed it out 4 u,
For you r such a gem!

Your Love for army barracks
Might be a dream winnowed
But a maverick as u r
Take heart from this
N, I m sure,
U will exult all shores
N ring all bells
In corridors of Print
N by lanes of blip boxes
Till they shout from tree tops
Hey! Here comes the victor
Here comes a rare success.

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