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If Nagabhushan was a building what kind of building do you think of..
A broken won, a shaken one, a flying one or lying one..
It longs for beautiful expression..
An expression that cares of no impression..
Each attempt to talk to you itself was an expression or poem, who knows..
For expression is present and a poem past, who knows..
It's written for you my friend..
The one inside that building..
It's you talking to yourself..

Cabin of time

In the cabin of time

In this cabin of time, I sit and think of all the steps not taken out of fear or out lethargy. The numerous possibility life would have taken each branching out in its own direction, it would be different me in each of those direction may be a different paths we travelled. Now in this cabin of time all of different me meet and think who among us is better . . .

Coming out of the cabin I simply hope that all those me's have realized the insignicance of me to an extent that all are same