3 lines of life
I made a mistake this morning.
Yet again,
I woke up alive.
I am charlatan.
I peddle false emotions.
Mine which I am too scared to call my own.
It happened to me.
But when I write, it only maybe happened.
I can be everything I am in my writing.
I can only laugh at my foolishness.
And yours.
But mostly at my own. Ha.
I am a feminist when in other people’s rights.
In my own,
I am a coward.
posted by Mrs. Dalloway | 11:32 PM
21 Comments:
You tug at the heart with every line written. Poetry becomes you.
Too much self-bludgeoning happening these days... take care!
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I too made a mistake this morning,
Yet again, I woke up too early.
I live a scared existence, I peddle emotions,
But they are always thine, seldom mine.
My writing is the only occasional book of my life that most may get to read.
I dont dare laugh at my own foolishness, lest I cease to be so.
I am the bravest soul my vain self ever encountered.
Hmmm...the differences... :-)
Neat and nice Poornima.
How abt?.......
I made a mistake this morning.
Yet again, only an alarm could wake me.
I'm charlatan.
I peddle false emotions.
Good enough to convince, I'm not wrong!
It happened to me.
It definitely did happen.
But I don't laugh at my foolishness.
For I know everyone is a fool sometimes.
Wonderful lines....... but I cant relate the picture..Could you please explain ?
Ahhh the lines are awesome. The comments are wodnerful too:) How u been? Keep in touch?
I can only laugh at my foolishness.
And yours
First part gives more pleasure!!
One more: You still say it after reading those down below?
Sudarshan: Some days! :)
Prasanna: And the beauty of it!
Reshmi: Click on the pic and it enlarges out to a rotten orange.
Arvind: Thank you. Have been good. And busy! :)
Mathew: Well, I'd rather at the second! But well, that's just me! :)
hi,
two days into the previous one and comes the next. wow! a nice and apt rejoinder to...
keep writing. nice to read those pregnant lines. it is a boon to laugh at one's idiosyncrasies..
Perhaps, without an incorrigible sense of inadequacy, a writer doesnt exist.
Ahhh BUSY..Guess been in that phase for a really long time now meself. Hope things are great otherwise.. Take care u!!
you must be a real special feminist for being a coward. because I thot all feminits are insecure !
Well thats just me. I could be wrong.
OAC: Food for laughter. Food you can't go without. Yourself.
Dev: Hmmm...
Arvind: You too!
Raka: I wouldn't agree completely. But wouldn't miss out on the truth of what you said!
Will there be singing in darkness??
Ofcourse, there will be, about darkness.
Darkness is a fallacy, it creeps and destroys some. Some Die of it, singing about it.. on and on!
There are people being butchered around, are they engulfed by the same darkness? Funny though!
One can never look confidently in the mirror, especially us :) hmm?
your blog and all the people who comment in it is just the kind of soul-stirrer I need by mid-day! :D
I've always thought the best part about your blog was its audience. No taking away credit from what beckoned them in, though!
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Clash: One can always sing. If there is a shadow, it means there is a light shining not far off.
Sri: Its the mirror that not looks back confidently at us! :)
Lazy Strokes: Diplomatic eh? :)
Its a beautiful rainy night,
As the thunder masks all the noises,
As the drops pour in total gaiety,
The wet breeze,
Silently instilling a new lease of passion in everyone's heart,
The heart longs for whom it beats.
how u been. :) m back in blr.
LD
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