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Loopy Love

If Cupid's bow shot you twice But you fell just the one time What matter, it would still be sublime There is this light It never goes out At night there's darkness But that's okay Unless sleep eludes me I know what it is I think I've known for a while now It's your eyes Eyes with everything in it Light and fire Warm, so warm And so wet too Your eyes are water Clear brown gems against clean white Gems the Cadbury Five rupees worth That you'd secretly hide in my pocket When we'd cross through the passage All those years ago If I could love you thrice But your eyes demanded more Sign me up, I'm ready to re-explore

Express Notes Expressly Expressing About Expression

^ Definitely not expressionless I have great love for the English language. And I think that's because I can express myself very fluidly thanks to it. It's familiar territory. It's the language I think in. I know Hindi and Sindhi but I only speak them when I have to, for the ease of communication. I love learning new English words and l love listening to great orations and reading well written pieces of content; be it poems, stories or anything else. As far as I understand it, more Indians today speak the language better than most people from natively English speaking countries. Knowledge of the English language has propelled the country to where it is now in the global economy. It's changed perspective of how the rest of the world sees us. It has, no doubt, created aspiration and ambition in the minds of India's youth to lead better lives. A school going kid does feel a sense of empowerment knowing that his horizons are broadened. And that's really amazing.

After 66 Million Years

I only saw a familiar midriff round the corner of the riverbank Was I to know what would surface Head or tail, could be anyone's guess All those years ago I got a text from Mr. T-Rex It said he'd be gone for a while So could it really be him? After all these centuries? He said not to miss him And I should have known better Than to miss him the way I did The way you sweat through sheets profusely The way you rapidly scramble to get out of a crowded elevator Such urgent want I should have known that there would be none like him My poor dinosaur's fate was such And how could someone else ever be so: Gargantuan gregarious and god-like A primeval and predatorial presence But could it really be him again? Wishfully I have waited And the land and sea has changed so much since our time Back when there used to be a black day and a sunny night Something in my peripheral vision disturbs the water A swift yet imperceptible movement But that's enough convict