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Hi! Im Laila Shabir, MIT class of '10! I'm majoring in Economics (course XIV) and minoring in Political Science (course XVII) if I can survive the painful GIRs. :P

If you would like to contact me with any MIT related queries, feel free! The email's laila(at)mit(dot)edu

Interests/hobbies

1. Poetry/writing in general
2. Reading
3. Cooking
4. Outdoorsy stuff
5. Movies
6. Henna Designing

Activities

1. Research Associate (Econometrics)
2. Freshmen Associate Advisor
3. MIT Model UN
4. Undergrad Economics Association
5. Educational Studies Program (ESP) Tutor


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Some rhymes from the past :)

I was digging through my hard drive looking for a file when I stumbled on a word document titled "my poems". I didn't even remember when I wrote them so I checked up on file properties and it appears the document was created in 2006 - my freshman year! Somehow over the years, the rhymes inside me seem to have lost their way in the infinite corridors at MIT.

Untold

Beneath the fair veneer

Meshed in dirty shadows

Lies a truth untold

About you and me.

 
This blind sense of incompletion

Lingers beyond reason;

Like a hollow dream locked inside

Raging, struggling to break free.

 
Compromises with monotony

Bear fruit of an aimless life

Like a lost howling voice

And the lies untold.

                                          

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A smile, a frown,

A frown, a smile

 

Trickle, tick

 

Loud raindrops.

Silent tears

 

Puddle, puddle

 

Loud muck

Silenced play.

 

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Moments

 
Hovering within my presence

are your soft kisses

Lying over my conscience

are your soft whispers

In these moments of rhyme

a candle flame flickers

Gently, as I say your name.

Quietly, as I lay beneath the covers.

Tugging at lost, blurred memories

Helpless, weak, and halved.


posted on Wednesday, July 08, 2009 9:02 AM by Laila