I sat still..reflecting all that has passed.A hailstorm of no end , it seemed to be.In mere moments, the sweet scent of sandalwood shook me out of my deepest thoughts..A Buddhist monk...with hands as warm as ma's...with his frail hand, crimson skin,reached for my head which by then seemed heavy and dark as the night sea.His eyes seemed glassy clear, yet dark like an endless tunnel...A reflection of my life, in a stranger's eyes.I looked deep into him...and realized...the storm had just begun...and the worst is yet to come.With my emotions stoned and hard as a diamond, i sit still, and await for the future...
-GAYU- in the lost realms
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//A reflection of my life, in a stranger's eyes//
thats how we get to know who we are or where we are in life. But its not their opinions, its their emotions that makes us think about ourselves.
And you are a good poet...the flow is excellent.
I have to ask you this, did this really happen?
In my moments of doubt, when i got lost in time I meet people who seems to know my problem. Its a funny world.
Gayethri Chokalingam is officially the most emo girl I've met.
Nice!
it really did happen...and guess where? :) in ur hometown dude...at the ganesha temple and it was a thai buddhist monk... my lecture was dead boring on that evening....and the saffron buddhist string around my wrist grabbed my attention...for a moment..the past seemed so fresh and i decided to blog about it. :)
i got to agree with u..at many points of my life, when the familiar path takes an unexpected turn,there always would be someone to catch me when i fall.someone unexpected. and when i fall, there is always someone there to tell me the exact words i need to hear to tug me up and hit the road again.and at all those points....only one thing would hit my head...guardian angels...
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