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Tuesday, October 28, 2008


dedicated to the lads and lasses of BPCL colony ...


Tis a festival of sounds and of many coloured lights
Of diyas and rassi bomb fights. 

Walking around n around, 
Taking in every light and sound. 

Friendship and joy hath been discovered, 
Many treasures lost recovered . 

not much of a poem,hope it aint a literary crime,
hey atleast it rhymes...

Happy Diwali
Pax V

6 comments:

Sumit said...

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Krittika said...

haha! That defin8ly was anything but a crime! Quite nice!


PS: I'm not being critical ;)
Rather, I have no right to be!

Natasha said...

m gna hav my funeral party b4 i die!!!! soundz strange i kno bt watz d use of ppl sayin nice thinz bt u if ur nt gna b dere 2 hear it!...id rather dey flatter me b4 i die..btw im natasha (kittyz frnd) nice blogspot! :D

Mithrandir said...

@natasha
there was a story wont go into the details...but a very rich man had just passed away leaving behind rumors of untold riches to his relatives...when the time for opening of the will came they were gob smacked as the only thing they got was a huge party for all d near and dear 1s...
his last words on the will were
i know u dint enjoy me in your life...
i hope u enjoy me now that i am dead
Pax V

Krittika said...

hmmm...interesting! Its also quite sad to see that people would rather keep your money than the memories...n natu, if u WERE to hold a party, they would OBVIOUSLY say a few good things (excluding me! :P) about you, to you!

Natasha said...

yeah point being i wud rather b dere 2 hear d nice thinz...