Love you..from a laptop...

I have been horrible to you..

i know..

but your morning eyes..

make me write this apology..

Maybe one day you will read it..

by volition, perhaps like old days..

without me telling you..

and i am hoping..

that you will again fall in love with me..

Forgetting the scars and bites in between..

that we shared..to just pick a pen..

and on a paper..to write a piece of poetry..

the poetry of love, togetherness, and tears..

Alas, its the blog stupid, no pens..

no papers, a laptop..a digital poem..

saying this 'love you'..from a laptop..

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No wonder life has changed..

have we both too?

A Conversation between the 'Bottom and the Top'...

Or maybe between the top and the bottom

Bottom: Hey you..

what are you doing here?

Across the North American border..

in Motown Michigan,

enjoying the pleasures of a business school

and jargons about the bottom of the pyramid..

Top: Nope not me..

Somebody else,

traveling, and reveling,

kind of like a child,

still to get one's bearings..

knowing not where i am going

but feeling all right that i am here

not forlorn or lost, as if this is my place..

Bottom: What happened to me then?

If its not you..remember just a decade back..

Ok i admit, more than a decade, 15 years now..

you and me were the same being..

and now you say, you are not me, or i am not you..

whats going on mate..

Top: You won't get it bottom..

the road was long..

i have lost my way..

i just drift along, like lake michigan into the bay..

Across the window..into the sky...

we always will be the same..saying each other a forlorn hi..

Into the water we will drop the cent

the price we paid why now repent?