a leaf and august breeze

floating in air with nowhere in sight
limbic system on a strike
so no emotions no learning no new memories
and a mixed bag of flashbacks
of those days when time was a renuable resource hope my next door neighbour
and endorphins in my artries instead of blood
i mean writing
when the heart skpis a beat
and it flutters like a dove
gyton says its sympthetic stimulation
and i tink its love

coming from a guy who used to avoid course books like wasps
ah those were great days indeed
aur ab main aur amit ashish aksar ye baaten karte hain
ki tho my mind is with the mcqs but my heart seems to have gone on a walk on those trails of wih i used to dream and sometimes
still do

picking the loose threads

well theres is little to write as every day is almoast the same as the last 1 with new tings to learn and when i go to a mountain top with clouds flowing qcross my face with endless greenery streching ahead of me i have to contend with closing my eyes and imagining it
the best i can do out of my mind is drive at 100 with rain drops striking the indshield and saathiya in background
life is a mix of finding and synthesising meaning and happiness
p.s. harry potter 6 is nice

sprint or marathon