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I wrote my first real sonnet Wrote it in a real quick time Read it till my face turned red Was the summer of ninety nine!!! Me and my friends of school Took turns and tried so hard Some quit and few lost passion Should have known we never get far Oh when I look back Those poems seem to last forever And if I had a choice Yes-I wanna always be there Those were the best days of my life Ain’t no use in complaining When you got a semester to write Spent my days at your doorstep And that’s when I took to you Standing in your study room Told me this would last forever Oh and when you held my hand I knew that you were gonna be there Those were the best days of my life Then we were killing time We were Young and restless Then we needed to grow I guess Nothing lasts forever, forever Now that the times are changing Looking at all that’s come and gone Sometime when I write a sonnet Wonder, what went wrong!!! Standing in your study room Told me this would last forever...

For 15 years i have been a fan of Shakespeare and his Midsummer Night's dream.For his queer theory of Fairies/Love and the narcotic dreaminess associated with his description of English countryside.Till yesterday. Or should i say, last night. I dreamt of a home. My home at Chennai. To me the single most special city.Somewhere in the old city area.With an adjacent railway track.And yes, the flying electric train were chugging intermittently.It was summer.And it was pleasant.An oxymoron some would say but at least the scene was such.There was those green Pallavan transport corporation buses plying by and yes the road had people walking by. They were conversing in Tamil.They were haggling over the prices of Vegetables and were discussing the political entry of the Super star.And suddenly i was travelling by these roads. I could see a 40 foot tall Rajni Kanth cut out looking down at me. An occasional passerby remarked that the Thalaivar(Leader of the cult) looked handsome even at 60. Y...