They met after many lifetimes,
But he knew her immediately.
As always,
(What is Always,
What is Time?)
She wore her soul
On her sleeve,
A shining soul,
On a worn-out sleeve.
This will be the last
Of their meetings here,
For she will be One
With the Soul after this,
And, he will join much later There.
What does the dew drop hold?
That it becomes the Quencher
Of the body
When it sits on the grass?
That it becomes the Beauty
Of the garden
When it sits on petals and leaves?
That it becomes the Sorrow
Of the Deep
When it sits on the corner
Of the eyes?
If there are any contenders for purple or orange cap in the IPL First Qualifier team, both are at a disadvantage to get each's coveted cap.
Why?
Could this be the answer?
The purple cap goes to the bowler with the most wickets. The orange cap goes to the batter with the most runs. The First Qualifier plays one game less than other qualifying teams. And, therefore, the bowlers and batters of the First Qualifiers won't be able to improve their scores. It is as if they are being punished for doing well.
Just after the 12th results of CBSE came out, someone sent this message:
I rubbed my eyes in disbelief. Was I hallucinating? The answer to my query was seemingly outrageous. 'There was a good chance that I would become as rich as Bill Gates'. Was I hallucinating?
No, I wasn't. It turns out that not only natural intelligence can hallucinate, even artificial intelligence can hallucinate. Wow! When AI throws back garbage as an answer to a query that is a bit outlandish, Artificial Intelligence is said to be hallucinating.
In the chatter of the sky,
I hear your name so often,
In the matter of the heart,
I hear your name so often.
What are you save an abstract noun?
But what have you abstracted?
Love, you are a raconteur,
No whispers of heart redacted.
In a certain Headquarters of a certain Army, the brass plate outside the Quarter Master General Branch had these letters:
QMG Br
One fine day, the tail of the 'Q' come off: whether wittingly or unwittingly, I don't know. And now the letters read:
OMG Br
Since then the Branch is known as Oh My God branch.
Why does the minute hand
Chase the hour hand,
And having overtaken,
Starts all over again?
Not convinced of its win,
It tries again and again,
And a lifetime passes,
And an eon passes.
A dear friend sent this lovely message:
Everything is temporary: emotions, thoughts, people and scenery. Do not become attached, just flow with it.
But then, isn't Permanent Commission, permanent?
