A poem lost

A poem lost short poem

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!

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Shakthi Kumar

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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.
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Welcome to HoP @Shakthi_Kumar. A short verse but one which all writers will relate to..words are like the wind ..keep writing!

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