Stretch your hands
You Get Mine.
Assurance, this much
For this time.
There are more--
Like dried dusted leaves,
Crackling
Clustering in my grip...
Loose my grasp, will I not.
It will blow away,
Strew all over
My dusted crackled assurances
You may find me
Through some other looking glass.
You may think me lying.
So
Assurance this much--
For this time.
Yessssssssssssss.......after so many days of hibernation (guess that's bit too much given the weather these days lolzz)..i am finally back....though again not sure whether this one will be with a bang... and yes....this time its was not something like the bugging "reality" that kept me aloof....its was just my exams....those wretched time each one has to go through for handsome part of their life.....and given the extraordinary studious person I am i had to take this break in order to prepare myself for the show....otherwise it would have been "given or not given all the same" kind of a showing.
So many things happened in between and how I missed the chance to share my views.....yes change have come in West Bengal and the Marxists have been booted out and Bengal have come out for a prolonged curse... Aila has ravaged the states rendering thousands homeless and so many dead....Kolkata saw worst possible crisis in recent terms with power cuts in some places over 60 hours at a stretch and our honorable Mayor opined that they are now experienced...an Aila next month would be better delt with, truly even one feels ashamed to be angry with this man...lolzzz
but the greatest ever change may be I'm now free...from all those routine bound studies and all...well feelin lazy......will be back soon
