Thinking about the past,
Musing about the future,
The present, presenting a constant reality...
The epiphanies are suddenly upon me...
I screech and rant, trying to avoid and deny;
While heart of hearts, I know I cannot lie...
Expressing truth, never ever easy;
Concealment and subterfuge, however even harder...
My reflections portraying my true self,
Blunt and brutally frank, they make me cower;
But where do I go and hide? My conscience follows me everywhere...
Into thoughts and actions that mattered not earlier;
My recriminations with self make me question my values and beliefs,
Wishing morality and integrity had shone on me before;
To prevent my unfettered life turn into an unassailable morass...
Border-Gavaskar Trophy: Rekindling past glories, India's winning road takes a new turn
A popular refrain throughout the recently wrapped-up Test series between Australia and India was that the matches were a throwback to the ...
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i write poems... and dis one is written for moi favourite player: ROGER FEDERER... i am planning to send it to his fan mail address !!! U r ...
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It all began with the Great Buttermilk spillage, an inadvertent spillage that completely drenched a naive and an almost-outdated piece of... -
A nation, at times, is defined by its leaders. And at times, a nation’s leaders end up limiting its horizon. Leaders come in many size...
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