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Nikhil Kshirsagar Poem
I'm half-way through this one..,
and long before it becomes one,
I usually erase the
entire thing
I chose to call a poem.
But after a while, one thinks,
That like energy,
the truth radiates in spurts..
That continuity is a daydream,
That all growth is involuntary,
That not all coincidences are coincidental.
...
Like things, people too die,
and, that just like the root of a negative one,
One too, was an imaginary i.
Copyright © Nikhil Kshirsagar | Year Posted 2010
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Nikhil Kshirsagar Poem
because we type sentences instead of characters,
its easy to leave a window during a chat
and come back, and nothings changed.
But if we type characters,
instead of sentences,
its impossible to take your eyes off.
The screen
Because if you do,
you miss significant
information.
Like a backspace.
Or a hesitation...
Copyright © Nikhil Kshirsagar | Year Posted 2010
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