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The Email Analogy
The Email Analogy 535 479 pratik

A random thought that went down as a facebook status which an hour later became this 🙂

Checking my mail one day,
I was suddenly struck by a thought
Looking at my life I thought
how much like a inbox it was
Going into overdrive my mind sought
similarities that would prove my thought

Emails became experiences
Some I never opened from fear or ignorance
Some I never deleted from glory or reverence

Drafts became my thoughts
Some of them I wrote in all
but never had the courage to send
Some of them I hardly checked
But sent them without thinking they would offend

Labels became groups
Just like sorting emails I had
sorted people in my life 
Just like the emails in a inbox I had
prioritized the important people in life.

Now as I proceed to make fun of my geeky mind
It jumps uncaringly with joys of the creative kind

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Unfinished Business
Unfinished Business 2246 1500 pratik

This Poem is dedicated to a dear friend who has been struggling with the guilt of unfinished work and call to others who are similarly plagued. 

Everyday, for hundreds of jobs that are done
there are still plenty that are left undone

That book you never read
That friend you never made
That class you never took
That dish you wanted to cook
That girl you wanted to date
That vacation you wanted to take

As a mountain of these jobs is built
It keeps adding to your guilt

To complete them you need positive intent
Doing so is the only way to be content

Pay heed to these pedestrian words, don’t wait
Get up and finish what’s undone, least its too late

ROHAN DARGAD 1986- 2016
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Im…Perfection
Im…Perfection 2246 1500 pratik

This one is dedicated to a dear friend who is the first one to request 🙂

Foreward
This is my first request
I knew I couldn’t wait
I started at the earliest
Before it got too late 🙂


Im… Perfection
It was a sunday like any other
I was chatting with a friend
We were talking about films
As is our usual trend

We were talking about perfection
She said perfect characters were fake
I said I respectfully diasagree
It depends completely on your take

Perfection is a complex term
It is hard to get the gist
To be perfect in the long term
You have to check of a list

The list is never the same
So the concept of common perfect is lame
The list always has its flaws
Making the imperfect perfect by law

Whats perfect for one is not for some
Thus rendering the discussion moot
But who cares, talking to a dear friend
Has, is and always will be a hoot.

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Joy of Rediscovery
Joy of Rediscovery 2246 1500 pratik

This thought I had as soon as I had finished my first verse. I had always enjoyed reading poetry as a kid. Before school started every year, I always read the English book in advance. As much as I enjoyed the reads I never could manage to write them myself. Years later on vacation in DC, when I purchased a book on poems, I was suddenly struck with the same kiddish delight. Twelve days down the line, it is still making me smile. Maybe it was the right time to turn to my old hobby, maybe I was better able to write. But it definitely made me think. There are so many other things I loved as a kid. Maybe now I could enjoy them even more. Not only enjoy the joy it brought, but take it to another level too. 🙂


Joy of Rediscovery

For young adults on the block,
bored and with time to burn.
Perhaps you should turn back the clock,
and turn to the kid, who always had his fun.

It could be riding a bike,
or dancing like a foolish tyke.
It might be an old cartoon,
or singing like a bufoon.
It could be a forgotten game,
or old books that are still the same.

Though sense this idea might lack,
it could bring some good times back.

We constantly change with time.
New skills we learn, while on life’s climb.
Giving something old a try,
might just be worth your dime.

This theory may not always be right,
But you need to trust the kid inside.
Carefree and joyous, it was doing something right.
Joy might just find you, on your blindside.

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