Ever since I started my silent visit to the literary world where many great & small people have paved the path so that we could tread on, at leisure, I am completely entranced by their magical world of words, where more is always less & you keep imbibing them to quench your insatiable thirst of reading.
We have a white board in the office upstairs where we usually sit, if we are not working in the lab. This poem came to life on Friday, while cycling to work. The white board yearns for its alter ego: the black board. Of course, these words can be erased, but once they have come together and joyfully consummated, they become inseparable. They reach a stable union which even the Goliath cannot pull them apart.