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Some stuff we stashed in this tome...
- 4 article(s).
- 3 years, 1 month since the last one.
Some stuff we stashed in this tome...
I couldn’t kiss you.
I couldn’t kiss you -
Because you were too close.
I have a broken sail and a roaring sea.
My Herculean muscles
And this feeble oar.
Kudos to Neeraja for locating this. We co-authored this one too back in the day…
Once upon a time there lived a boy called Obel
Who dreamed of getting a Nobel
So, he started on his journey
On his way he met Roni
And his path was no longer stony.
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Anshul and I wrote this back in our ISI Bangalore days…
There was this boy called Obelisk
Whose life was like a compact disc.
He thought that dreams were black and white,
And on this, with Neeraja he had a fight.
He was young and stupid. She was young and beautiful. From the very first day that he met her, he thought only of her. She didn’t even know he existed. He thought she had the sweetest smile in the whole wide world. She thought nothing. He didn’t dare to speak to her. She didn’t care to speak to him.
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