The thoughts were dense and discussions plenty.
Sitting face2face with the person who has almost acquired the status of a mentor,
sharing his wisdom of the years n unpretentious humility.

Verbosity is a heinous crime in my books.
but yet often do I succumb to the temptation, the sin.
Today was an exception. No pangs of conscience.
Was picking up each of those romantic dreams, like a harlot.
and even enjoyed screwing all of them. mega-scale. mega-lomaniac.

with squeezing eye balls. with tastes of effusive eloquent pomposity.
all barrages shunned to banishment.
surprising how i cud do such an instant join, n later such a fast retreat.
It tasted sweet after a long time. Wonder since when was the palate bitter.
from wolfram to berlinski. from io-automata to failures.
from circuits to software. from intelligence to romanticism.
from human to god. from mathematics to art.
from indian spice to french coffee.
spanning across the width of divine.
Glaring smiles. Blowing laughs. Intense stares. Burning quiescence.
living inside the fucking strands of intelligence. Stoic existence.
Moments of bursts. Instants of explosion.
it appeared so damn bright outside.