Looking through the inner me,
A distorted vision I find
Memories golden, rose tinted sea
colors of various intensity,
Images flit through my fickle mind.
With words, pauses and random rhymes;
I paint them in various hues,
Wayward thoughts, rants and dreams.
A poetess? A writer? Confusion reigns!
Everyday I am born anew :-)
A distorted vision I find
Memories golden, rose tinted sea
colors of various intensity,
Images flit through my fickle mind.
With words, pauses and random rhymes;
I paint them in various hues,
Wayward thoughts, rants and dreams.
A poetess? A writer? Confusion reigns!
Everyday I am born anew :-)
P.S: I had this in my profile for long.. as "about me" on this blogger.. just updated it into a verse :)
4 visitors stopped by.:
I love that last line! Yes, each day is a new experience and a new chance for us to be whoever and whatever we want!
Well done!
Phew, this reads like the blog looks, so I guess it's spot on!
umm...awesome me-me!! :)
ps: when are u doing my poem tag? on what day you want to be??
linda, sweet talking guy and vinay thank you!
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