August 16, 2007

Vande Mataram

The stone with smooth tip
Turquoise blue inches
Mathematics across the table
The gentle scratch of ignorance
Feverishly dipping into an ocean of numbers
Scribblings on a battered tissue
60 it screams big and bold
colored ribbons around the room
All here as a reminder
Pride slipping from the sleeve
Honour catching the fall
One Voice. One World. One Love....

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Looks like you are up and about. Hope your back feels better. Do take care of urself. Previous blog.. very picturesque (sure I didn't get the spelling rite), but u get the picture. Loved it!

-Remember me?
-Ur stalker with a soul

arvindiyer said...

Ahhhh the stalker with a soul.. How can I forget. Well thanks. back is mucho better rite now.. just been too tied up with things and haven't had the time to write.

V. said...

Hi, we knew each other long ago :)