When I look at you, the words fall out of my mouth like waterfalls,
It’s like I don’t even have to try,
Like the joy you get walking past puppy-petting stalls,
How I could just grab you and gaze into your eyes.
Wherever I go or whosoever I talk to,
Continue ReadingThis is the fifth 9 AM lecture I’ve missed in a row. Should you be worried? Is this another one of those depression induced lay-ins? Or is it just another late night of listening to indie rock and playing Cards Against Humanity? You saw me last night, I seemed to be alright, my smiles were genuine, my laughter not forced. So you go for class, deciding to worry only if there’s a more concrete sign of me hitting a downward spiral.
Continue ReadingI last night reading Antigone and Oedipus,
The Greek Tragedy, the Epic, the Romantic, his adventures at Colonus,
I spent last night awake, listening to Vivaldi,
Soaking in lives lived long ago, in that little melody.
Continue ReadingA tough year! A tough year, indeed! All was good, and all was bad, and what I was left with in the end was a feeling of exhaustion, more than anything else, which might have been dominated by despair, but had traces of skipped heartbeats, shy smiles and even extreme euphoria.
Continue ReadingKashif Saeed shares his opinions on work-life balance, where big data is heading, and what JSOM students can do to stay ahead of the game.Kashif Saeed shares his opinions on work-life balance, where big data is heading, and what JSOM students can do to stay ahead of the game.Kashif Saeed shares his opinions on work-life balance, where big data is heading, and what JSOM students can do to stay ahead of the game.Kashif Saeed shares his opinions on work-life balance, where big data is heading, and what JSOM students can do to stay ahead of the game.
Continue ReadingIf My Textbooks Could Speak – II April 07, 2017 For once, I’ve been taken out And opened on a desk – I’m excited, this kind of attention Is reserved for a test, And suddenly it seems as if I’m covered in writing, The anxiety is evident – The pen’s nib is biting; These aren’t…
Continue ReadingThis past year, I’ve been fussing almost everyday about turning 20, completely hating on the thought that I’ll be done with my teens. Now that it’s official and the celebrations are done with, I’m mourning the fact that I’m no longer a “teen”.
Continue ReadingThis is the tenth poem in a series of poems that explore what the commonplace objects in a student’s life would say if they underwent an Enid Blyton-esque change overnight, and could speak.
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