begins with the end, and ends with the beginning
a life comes to standstill, the world keeps spinning
love in thy heart, will sure lead to suffering
don’t reach for the moon, her mirage heartbreaking
life is an idle pursuit, for the one still living
what becomes of him, with that beloved unwilling
the poet weeps, to leave his abode enduring
new raiments he must find, for a destiny alluring
it all came to naught- the preparations, the planning
the more he played, the more he kept losing
-adee
08:51pm
22/04/2013
Born in New Delhi, India in 1980 and is a retired pessimist (still) living in New Delhi. He has Haryanvi ancestors, a Punjabi girlfriend, friends all over the world, two (or more) yet to be born children, (many) memories of (many) pet dogs and no cats ever. He holds an honours degree in English Literature from the University of Delhi and creates advertisements for paying the bills. His interests are universal, and include: living, eating, sleeping and when not sleeping, daydreaming. Other abiding interests include reading, writing, street photography, newspaper editorials, watching the moon and planning trekking trips that never materialize.