June 28, 2006


Fly free, o mind of mine
Break the bonds that attach you.
Roam the world free of whine
Painting the sky blue.

Never care for words not yours
They hold no clue for you,
The world we live in is ours,
Ones who understand so few.

I have been made invalid
By a system I never understood.
Are my morals squalid?
By which, all these years I’ve stood?

Oh mind! My laments are a lot
Not to worry that I talk to myself
Just leave me to rot
And fly away beyond the restraining shelf.

- Adi & Harsha, 2003
Note: this was a poem that Harsha and me tried writing and more than the poem the memories that are attached with it are precious.

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