Lost with the train of thought that slipped it’s track lost with the rest and gone without a trace lost in the abyss of a mind vibrant with thoughts lost in the labyrinth never again to be seen A poem I lost forever, never to be found again!
Writing about oneself is a hard thing for me. Because I keep discovering many sides to myself. Still exploring the nooks and corners of my psyche. Till now, I’ve found that each attempt to define myself is futile, as I find myself transcending that definition, that boundary every time I define one. Here goes another attempt.Professionally, I’m an Actor. I discover a different aspect of myself, my emotions and my memories each time a play a role. I feel like a different person in front of the camera. I’m me but I’m not me. It’s a wonderful feeling best experience on stage.My very first début on stage was a magic show at the age of 4. Then I started acting in plays. Then got into the film industry after completing my Graduate degree in Psychology, Economics and Sociology. I’ve acted in around 9 movies till now. In the Indian films of languages Hindi and Kannada.
This is about someone special Someone so special that any special person could be to anyone And sharing with you about this special person Makes me feel special too I look back to the times I spent with him Where
Strangers from incident, lies for distance, pitfalls of living infrequent, Rushes of sympathy pass over like fever sweat. In concurrent motion the wolves swarm on the lifeless carcass. Impending emotions fill the hole in my stomach, my chest continues to