My Pug Marks

It is time to pack up. Initially, I had planned to be at home till 14th June and then go back to my college and begin my second year on a positive note. Same promises as ever that we all tend to make - Will work harder this time, will look forward to managing time in a better way, will take care of health and exercise, etc. etc. However, as a few of you who may be following my blog would know, things did not turn out the way as intended. I would finally be leaving for Pune tomorrow (it is already Saturday, 0241 hours). Quite a bit has happened in this 'extra' week that I have stayed back at home. Pain in back has reduced for sure, I can now sit for longer durations and am banking on this to attend my classes properly once am there. Apart from these positive things, it has been an extra week of 'experience' gained here. Or may be a week of 'experience' lost from Pune? I may never know. So, why do we make those promises to ourselves in the first place at all? To i...

What if it was frozen? All thoughts captured, A bubble still half ruptured. A photographic image, In which I could move alone on the stage. An essence of thought, A scheming plot. A mental siege, Half proliferating disease. A half turned turn, An incomplete burn. Death on face, Embarrassing disgrace. All frozen in time, A resonating chime. What do I see? Common to thee. That all are lost, In incomplete thoughts. Thoughts of time, In quantized packets sublime.