If you ever looked into the sky
And stared at it long and good
You'd begin to understand why
Atleast, i hope you could
Why I weep today.

Each time you smile at the clouds
Fluffy white, innocent gay.
Remember that as soon as you gasp aloud
They shall shroud themselves in grey.
And mock you as they leave you wet
Blue, as the sky on a summer day.

Sometime ago

I made a choice.. and left behind all these little things that seemed so
important to me.. forever perhaps. I still think about them, of how
important they seemed then.. of how i relished the thought of living the
life i could probably have led.. and then i scoff.

nothing matters.. now.. nothing at all. anything i left behind was worth
the feeling of being special to some people

I

promise to teach bum basky next sem. we shall wake up in mornings and
play. and bum shall wake me up!

this is on the insistance of the great bum himself

why

why why

a long walk.. down the seine..
a long talk that was supposed to work miracles
long sentences that made sense only to me.
and a glaring realisation
that i am just the same
and shall forever be
in the company true friends
like a chld
helpless and insecure

pics

on my site
homepages.iitb.ac.in/~asaxena

live journal

not working.. so shall post this here
vaise this is my sad wierded (copyright dixi) blog
i write crap here.. for myself

haan.. had the most amazing barbecue dinner.. ate 5 steaks.. am feeling so
fulfilled.. also the bloody germany loss made me remember basky inter iit

i believe that the most powerful emotion i have ever experienced has been
at these meets.. and i want to complete the cycle with joy being added to
the list...

the all blacks rule .. iit bombays basky team shall also be just that damn
good one day..

yes it shall

please ignore

why can i not make up my mind.
yes it is important enough to ponder over
and maybe i should..

logic.. one path.. could be taken.. done and dusted
whatever else (which is most of me) .. another .. which i know i shall
take

that one mistake could cost you so dear.. or was it a mistake at all..

just utterances of a confused mind

please to ignore

Despair

You return oh cloud of doubt
and bring with you shadows
that i long left behind
as you hang me at the gallows
Not one bright ray can i find

the joy i once knew,
from the clarity of my mind
lies slain, twisted askew
in a pool of its own blood

The blood
Red, in its brightness
wrought bt my clarity of thought
and now red in death
dead forever, to count for nought

tell me, please do,
if i shall forever wear
this dirty dingy shroud
of utter and total despair