Thursday, December 22, 2005

A rare thought

The stone cold look on your face
Mumbling to yourself
Gently flicking your hair to reassure yourself
Gingerly trying to get to know everyone
Smiling at everyone, even at me

... Rarely do I wish I were born in someother place. This is one.

by Kishna at 11:43 PM

Comments:
hmmmm....

You also,

smile at everyone :)

What else we can do ?

have fun....
# posted by Blogger Krish : 12:03 AM
 
@krish
:)... Thanks for the suggestion. Will do.
# posted by Blogger Dreamer : 2:39 AM
 
I couldn't get the meaning...
# posted by Anonymous Anonymous : 8:16 AM
 
hey krishna,
recently I came across a small poem by one of my favorite marathi poet. I am trying to xlat it, if u like it, it is his credit it, if not, then it is my fault. here it goes:
from a sacred place,
my heart is calling me,
but,
I need to forget my monolog with myself
that is suppressing his voice.

I know I can walk down there
but to start the walk
is may be not in my hands...
# posted by Anonymous Anonymous : 9:26 PM
 
@Mandar

:).. That was a good one.. But am still trying to get the essence of it. I am like a tubelight... so, I'll take sometime to get the full meaning.... Thanks for sharing the poem :)
# posted by Blogger Dreamer : 5:21 AM
 
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