Sandeep Gautam
Poet · Maharashtra · India
Programming. Poetry. Psychology
Programming. Poetry. Psychology
Born in Kota, the educational hub,
Got selected in JEE, earning my place in the club.
Stamped as an IITian, I got freedom and latitude,
To experiment with my career - have a devil may care attitude.
Reading Fromm in college - 'The Anatomy of Human Destructiveness',
Left a lasting impression, what good and bad we humans possess.
Started a lifelong romance with psych, how I can learn it and apply,
First blogging, then solo sessions, finally entrepreneurship I did try.
The path had many detours, the CS degree a temptress,
Psychology may heal the soul, but you earn well in IT, to confess.
The tradeoff was stark, between impact and livelihood,
Now when I am a poet and have neither, the psych choice seems good.
Programming paid my bills earlier, it's psychology that supports me now,
It's yet to be seen in future, whether poetry will my daily bread allow!
Published writing
Absurd Living
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The world is indifferent is a lie we're told, the stranger smiles and cares.
The heart may not get clarity upfront, but it can create one if it dares.
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The Caged Bird
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She's tiny and weak, which justifies the cage,
I'll have to eventually release- the thought fills me with rage.
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Fallen
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I might be dead on the outside, I am growing my roots deep,
I know I'll welcome leaves again, so on their passing I don't weep.
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The Collector
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My album's filled with beautiful wings, but they are never enough,
A new color pattern emerges now and then, awakening my inner buff.
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Black Or White?
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Darkness engulfs me, I with my shadow merge,
Hidden from others, baser instincts emerge.
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The Two Birds
Usually in sync, two birds live in my soul,
One watches without passion, the other identifies with role.
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Diamond Extraordinary
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I have potential, you say, some polish is all I need,
I sparkle at moments- to blind the sun is my greed.
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Taming The Shrew
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I'll bear fruit again, just give me some time and space,
Let my wilderness seep out, I'll become fertile by God's grace
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Why Don't I Touch Thee?
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But the forever reason I don't touch thee, I fear you are an illusion or a dream forlorn,
And my touching will make you disappear again, with me and my burnt fingers alone.
Writing's Side Effects
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Writing helps me reminisce, the joy of that fragile bond,
Each poem helps me manifest, that relation with a magic wand.
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