Poem

On Roaming the Deserted Corridors of EECS, some Late Friday Evening

Or

Fond Memories of those Serendipitous Nights

Solitary steps echo off glazed walls

Men of the night-watch are afoot

Unreal city!

Thoughts swirl, turbulence. What spouts

Unbidden, unbeseeched

Ideation in action, tangential arcs

of logic stretching away

ad infinitum

The hazy mist, that master obscurer

Lifts

And, In one clean swoop, reveals

Pristine valleys of convex minimae

Lost worlds, now Unlost

Beckon to the weary traveler

And murmur

Let go, Let go

Let go and sink in this new found light

Of a thousand shining suns.