Living life

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Life enchants me…stars beckon me…childhood calls me…moments fascinate me. I live in colors…white and blue, green and yellow, red and black, fuchsia and sea green. Sometimes all smeared…sometimes the board is swept clean.

Colors speak a thousand words. All lost in translation. I have lost my name and meaning.

Somebody asked me to be myself. The name is immaterial. I look for myself…here and there, everywhere. I have changed colors over the years…indulged myself in secrets of attractive people. The faces are blurred, memories remain. Waiting to be penned down someday. Or never!

I dreamt a dream last night. A dream of those years that are never to be! Am amazed and enchanted…disenchanted at times. But life has a route to follow…a manzil to be reached.  

I walk in confusion and indecision…pain and love. From chimneys to night lamps, from one room to another... in search of a room of one’s own!

I indulge myself. In the secrets of my life! 

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Cocktail Party said…
All of us at one point of time go through the similar confusion. Life changes us to a person who is a stranger to us. Whom do we want impress??? The decision is ours.. It should be somthing that we would not regret in the end.....
July 20, 2011 at 9:45 PM
moon.attic said…
Agree! And its the confusion that makes us, breaks us...shapes us. The important thing is not to look back and regret.

BTW, thanks for being a regular reader :)
July 21, 2011 at 4:52 PM
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