To a certain Gaurav Jain's friend as he told me (and other anonymous commenters, readers who don't comment).
You sit so content and quiet there,
Reading in your rocking chair.
The words I with fiery passion write,
To you seem lame or bring delight?
I would love to know, which of those,
You find in my words, I so carefully chose.
Brickbats boquets, I welcome them all,
I just want to know I'm read afterall!!
:-)
Written at an airport enroute to tromso where in going to see the northern lights (pray for me on that count). And this the shortness of the poem. Might add more later.
6 comments:
Haha. Sometimes, all that happens is that you've done such a good job with your posts, all you'd like to say is, "Hey, that was nice", but well, that sounds too silly to say, so you just let it pass.
For all the eyeballs that agree, say Aye!
And sometimes, in the big bag world of the web, you just get self conscious.
@Gaurav ..|.
@anonymous - don't be! In writing openly about some of the most personal life stories, I place my trust in netzens. You should too!
:-)
@Pissu - Tu kamina hai waise :)
:D coulnd't have articulated the feeling better!
Also, WILL chip in now, refusing to be a 'case in point' from above. :D
=)
Thank you Tishie.
A huge hug to you for that.
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