The Poet
Rakesh’s first ambition was to be a painter – but he ended up with an engineering degree during which he wrote half a dozen papers in calculus around the theory of uncertainty and fuzzy logic. The world of business always fascinated him. He got a Master’s in Business, worked for 8 years, and then headed out on his own. He discovered poetry in Hindi, Urdu (Hindustani), and English.
Like it happens when learning cycling, sometimes you one day just learn the balance – and Rakesh started writing. He plans to publish his poetry as a book.
The comfort of being alone Is that the pain chews to the bone Are you still a man when without
Is it better to live alone like this? Could never fulfill your expectation That half glass never filled Thousands of
Broken too many times, connected too many times Fell many times, caught many times But this time burnt to smoke