B.E. Trauma
May 26, 2005 — nitinpaiI think Im getting a hangover on the subjects of BE. My dreams are filled with completing reading then entire syllabus though it doesnt show up in reality.
. And my talks are also comprised of enginneering jargons. Just a few days i thought of writing a poem and to my shock or surprise i came up with the below stuff…… Read on!!
Distributed Love
I was the client to her soul she was the server of my heart,
we had overflown the buffer of our love though had a false start,
seemingly endless was the way we shared our memories,
surely our distributed thoughts now had no redundancies,
my feelings started to get encrypted by her mysterious signs,
i couldnt compress any more of them, i had tried many times,
i became the object of her desire so much that i lost my stature,
she considered me as the key to her digital signature,
the nodes of my heart wihtout her, felt lifeless ,
which scared me like i felt i had lost her access,
no viruses, no worms, can now cut us apart like a sword,
ill protect her like a firewall, love forms my password,
in any way i dont wanna lose her so as to have a restart,
i shall always be there for her, till deadlocks do us part!!
Feel its humorous?? but i think not …i think my brain neurons are getting corrupted…n i hope they dont get crashed…..oops….here i go again!






