Questions about the self have pervaded the minds of the Philosophers of old. Even in these modern times, the self is still a mystery to contend with, amidst the new technology employed to unravel it. And add to it love, or the lack of it, the question becomes an enigma. Thought-provoking poem.
Sometimes, I just want to fly away and sit by a coast dotted with tiny creeks and gaze at the pebbles sleeping peacefully at the bottom of the stream while drenching my feet in water as pure as an infant.
I will always think of you Deriggs I always pray for you that you have health, love and happiness When I am home alone I think of you and call you to offer you my greetings Sometimes I even write
I look to you in Autumn’s merge with the climax of love for the fragrance of scented leaves in the trees I look to you in the quaint forest all alone with the howling of owls in the distance through
I remember when I was just 16, So much of my life was yet unseen. I was searching for something to help me discover, What set me apart, made me different from others. And there in my neighborhood, where we
All things come and they go leaving behind the ones who stay, wondering into clouds and looking at the sky getting carried away by the wind and stopping by with the rain leaving behind the places that would no more
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6 Comments on "Am I…"
Beautiful expression of pain….
Archana… am glad u liked my expression… 🙂
touching! very well penned.
Thank U Abhi… 🙂
Questions about the self have pervaded the minds of the Philosophers of old. Even in these modern times, the self is still a mystery to contend with, amidst the new technology employed to unravel it. And add to it love, or the lack of it, the question becomes an enigma. Thought-provoking poem.
Thank U Reyvrex…. 🙂