Some tangents you don't recognise,
a tingle sliding down, a shared feel.
Trip away crazy night, shoot through,
send away, strong like rays of light.
Get involved, reach out, set it in motion
responses bounce off, angling, grand planning.

Chance your arm

Break beats punctuate the lull,
Stop,edit your résumé,resume to debug.
As the Sun Rises in Angola,
I am worried about my 3 quid.
Egypt, O Egypt,
I hope you come through.
I have my ticket wrapped in cellophane,weather proof
But tied to a seventy lakh stone, it sure can sink.
Its that time of the day on that kind of day,
when Sunshine bouncing off a metal facade,
Can brighten your mind before blinding your eyes.
Isnt it lovely when you have rolled down your dices?
Waiting to see how they turn out.


P.S : Dedicated to Sara,Hemant, Arko,Robin and people working around me at SAP