Many thousand miles and continents apart,
In different time zones and climates,
Submerged in different routines,
We live this wonderfully connected life,
Exchanging thoughts that synchronize perfectly,
an orchestra without a conductor,
yet without chaos.
sharing every significant moment of ours,
to each experience dual lives,
yet without schizophrenia,
Constantly figuring out the puzzle called life,
challenging and engaging each other,
to create an irrefutable solution.
Love is a surreal experience,
that will keep me intoxicated for life..
Waves of thought flood the mind and recede without a trace of their visit. This journal is my attempt to capture a few of those waves which reach the shore. The entries symbolize my moments of victory in the battle against my strongest foe--Inertia
Monday, March 22, 2010
No wine for me please, just Harsha!
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2 comments:
Love is in the air and someone is drunk with it..:):)
Way to go!
Aha.... Sooper poem.. Harsha must be floating in the air.. :)
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