A letter to Thyself
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Dear Bandan,

Actually things never happened
It was not my fault nor anyone else's
And now when everything got swept away ,
Like a thunderstorm sweeps the city away..
Now when everything that happened seems like a fading-hue...
When the sky above me , is all black-n-blue..
When the scorching heat , further salts my wounds..
And all that is left is this , but I know wounds are meant to get healed..
I havent lost hope , just a momentary lapse...
Unknown reasons , a confused someone..
Heated up discussions ...... no particular reason..
Sulking into an AbySS , I know , it seems all so divine..
Someone has to understand , I know things would be fine... ;)

Regards,
Bandan

Its time yet again , to start thinking about the ways we can tell the psenti-semites to leave this place ,Pilani , all assocs , deptt , clubs busy fixing the dates . I still remember the vela timepass-sessions had with the Dofies , God{!} (xclaim!!) we were killing time or perhaps being killed by time slowly , gulped by the marshy thick layers of stagnant water...... I did screw up my last sem acads , but I havent got many reasons why , ....hell with that ....this sem , Though I am not still studying , But i am pretending to make sure to thyself that I am trying..... yet again my normal day is again iterated by net-surfing at IPC , listening my beloved-MP4 player , sleeping , been gussing baski 4 dignity , otherwise I would have completely fooked-up my acads , but by God's Will , except one damn subject , I am NOT atleast getting screwed.... though I am still loving it with the fellow Dofies....and to some extent with fellow DoTites ... Its time to bid farewell to one of the best guys around in campus...The ones who are puzzled , dont roam around searching for him .... dont come to me , just close this window and go do better things ....

On the right side of the river ,
Lies a broken stone , withered by the same layers that gave it home,
Blossoming sunshine and the same old backlit canopy ;
Resting on a faithless sanity , The stone would not complain,
Something stepped upon it , undignified , it lies there,
Still thinking about the broken past , it concludes that no-one cares...