Monday, August 06, 2007

The key that doesnt open any door

He asked me why I came back.

He never asked me why I went away.

19 Comments:

Blogger Lazith Aziz said...

i am the first one to comment :-)
nice pic again...btw u need to give credits .alrite!..when u r flicking those lovely pics.!

11:15 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Too short Poornima! Afterall I waited so long...Consider!

D

11:58 PM  
Blogger Poornima said...

Lazith: Had I known the name of the photographer of any pic I've 'flicked', I'd have mentioned it here.

D: Sometimes one just needs a few words to say all that one feels. This is one such time.

1:31 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Its been a long time I hit on your incredibly intriguing pages. They are very much the same as I saw them last time I said to myself :) The friendship day indeed had me go back the memory lane about the long lost ones. Surprisingly, I could correctly recall the url to ur page at the first shot. Yeah, I pat some kudos to me ! Of late, I am married to my beloved and here is the chirpy me all credit goes to her.

So long,
LD ( I guess this name no longer holds its significance) :)

1:55 AM  
Blogger Alok said...

it amazing ..... stumped for words

alok

4:41 AM  
Blogger Poornima said...

L_D: Oh good to know about your wedding! And kudos to your memory and not to my writing eh? :P

Alok: :)

5:22 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hi dear..
Maybe u wud nt have felt it, had u intended to leave forever...

6:05 AM  
Anonymous one among the crowd said...

hi poornima,

an echo of silence ......doing nothing too needs imagination at times....or wry exasperation!? .... probably!!

10:58 PM  
Blogger Poornima said...

Anon: When one leaves, most often one doesnt think of returning!

OAC: Exasperation... a lot!

11:14 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

U r right dear..

Ya maybe most often....

And most often we tend to compare situations....

2:18 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hi,
I hve been browsing through your blog and read every one of them. At the cost of being repetitive, I say you are a brilliant writer with an imagination as big as our universe (probably bigger).

I realize it's not just the skill. It’s the emotions. I see a myriad of feelings in there – lurking and showing themselves happily to those eager to find.

2:21 AM  
Blogger Poornima said...

Anon: If alone the comparisons would stop, the head would be at peace!!!

Anon: Everyone of them? :)

6:43 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

And people asked me why I stayed.

8:38 AM  
Blogger AKS said...

very few....but coveying so very much.......beautiful again sweetheart.........

8:58 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Yes, ALL of them. It's quite addictive actually. And I was hoping there would be more and more.
Some killed me, some made me laugh out aloud (imagine, i read these in office!)some brought tears - pain is a common denominator, makes one relate to a stranger.
Yes, the writings make me go through ten thousand emotions.

10:34 PM  
Blogger Poornima said...

Anon: :) Thats a good one!

Aks: Ty honey!

Anon: :) Thank you!

11:09 PM  
Anonymous Abinash Sarangi said...

Well well....
point 1. I just appreciate and love the pictures u choose. Just amazingly fit to the context.
point 2. Two sentences each cumulatively more powerful and answering each other. Great.

9:34 AM  
Blogger trishna said...

no hard feelings intended. being too far on the emotional side somewhat disrupts your normal life. the key that does not open any door can always be made malleable.

4:17 AM  
Blogger Sudarshan. A. G. said...

Intense.

12:36 AM  

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