Thursday, September 17, 2009

The ideal love for perfection,
and the wait that never seems to end.
The concept of dumb genius-ness,
waiting for noone but itself to bend.

The mind that forever felt unbeatable,
with a loss, a lesson, at every small win.
The physical existence that had obvious limits,
with dreams ending even before they could begin.

13-09-09, kgp



so then why love perfection.. there's always a long way to go, but we enjoy most while traveling, then after we reach, so travel more... :) (thats wht i feel)

sowmyaaggarwal said...

Woah! I agree with Saurabh :) It's good to be back at ur blog. Feels like FOSLA :) Jaddu ki jhappi dene ka mann kara after reading poem :|