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At times it is not even poetic. too brutal to be so. Awaken a sense of loss.
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The Unwarranted Dreams of. Caught Between Eternity and History. In an iron boat. Loaded with stones,. A bundle of poison on his head,. He wants to cross over. Life of a Hipster. You have excessive facial hair, a scruffy unshaven look, enough to make any Bangali mother cringe in disgust. You believe it makes you look more serious. Even if thats not it, you like it anyway. The Original Hipster was the jhola-carrying, kurta-wearing intellectual. And a fashionable goatee, for him! You probably puff a ciga.CONTENT
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Thursday, August 6, 2015. On kindness and social media shaming.
This blog contains poems of Gautam Sinha. At various times he has been an engineer in a steel plant, corporate trainer, professor in an IIT, poet, avid biker,an incurable optimist and a perennial student at heart and currently, Director of an IIM! Sunday, August 9, 2015. The eyes, the eyes. Smouldered in anger at boyish shenanigans;. Glowered unruliness to submission;. Shed silent tears all night, afraid to wake us,. In the wash of moonlight through the open windows;.
Of love, life and lunacy. Saturday, May 3, 2014. Thursday, April 24, 2014. My exultant eyes burst into tears,. He knows not the meaning of which. Crimson half moons rest on my neck,. His sharp nails dug in a shade too deep. He is my pink mascara,. His lips smell of poppers,. He can keep the regret colour memories. I just want to smell of freedom,. I have always been the topper. The sea looked like the sky. Sometimes you look like me! Thursday, April 10, 2014.