Wednesday, April 2, 2008


Sometimes I think I’m a born winner

How else can I explain this elation of winning even after losing it all

Sometimes mind is a funny thing

It makes you believe

What you want to

Even as the scribe is busy

Creating a new document

You then spend a lot of time choosing the folder

The document needs home-coming

Posturing has become a way of life

No such thing as win some lose some

It’s a loser’s anthem

Sometimes I think I’m a born winner

No one knows better than me how win and I are strangers to each other

Anyone who knows losing at such close quarters

Has to be a born winner