Its a bronze, its a bronze....

Mere Desh ki dharti sona ugle...ahem I mean bronze ugle. Never mind Abhinav's Gold...we now have a bronze as well! Each metal counts yaar. Specially this representative of a emaciated, and malnutritioned country has gone on to flip Americans and Belorussian, who we all know are definitely stronger, heftier, taller....able to kill you by simple sitting on you types! Just goes you to show desi ghee mein kitna dam hain. Sorry folks got carried away by the vernacular idioms. Well, anyways I am glad we got at least one more medal. Better then none.

Desires

Lost I feel
In my own desires
A need to move on
Unable to run

Wrapped I am
In Chains of my own
When one breaks
Another one grows

Like Slip Knots
Are these desires
I dare not unravel
For they hold me together

I drown on dry land
A quagmire of my own
Gravity pulls down
while dreams fly off

The ticking of the clock
Fuels my impatience
I need to move
But I have strong roots

More time, more time
I howl to the moon
The orb stays silent
And desolation abounds

The landscape of my heart
Empty yet full
Too much to sort through
No space to place anew

But time still flows
Thicker everyday
Washing away
The remains of the day


And I brood over a pile
Of uncensored thoughts
Sorting through my desires
Discarding them all