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Its two ten in the morning. I have to leave for Mahabaleshwar in three hours. Haven't slept. Dying to go through the 31 set 100 years of National Geographic Cd collection I recently purchased. Dying to play Jedi Knights Dark forces II. Dying to sleep. Vacations are here in full swing and it is already overflowing with too many things to do. Felt like writing a poem... the something-anything variety, so here it goes.



Experience



The sheer bloodymindedness

That you've felt all along

Nothing but your conscience

To tell you you are wrong



Reduced to nothing

But a sensation whore

No logic, no reason

No explanation before



You convince yourself

That the pain wont last

But you spend a future

Haunted by your past



And then do things

They never allowed

Just look at yourself

And laugh out loud