It resembles a mirage. On a canvas so large. They call it life. That illusion so rife. Never mind its name. They say it is all in a game. Seems so unbelievably eternal. But it is only the end that is real.
Me, me!!!
- Sepiamniac
- Madras, TAMIL NADU, India
- Not an outdoor person.. prefer to get buried beneath books, music and movies... has these strange philosophies about life that might puzzle you. At the same time, likes to live life. Loves simple people, especially those who veil their formidable knowledge behind humility (The poems here don't reflect my mind or anyone else's. Maybe, just a patch of what various people go through.)
Saturday, July 7, 2012
Me
In the arduous path I chose to take.
I stumbled, I hurt myself; I groped in the darkness.
But I am grateful that I learnt all that I did.
Today, I am wiser than before.
But not dismal, I have no regret or embarrassment.
For all the mistakes I made and the past ignorance.
In the end, it will be me.
The mistakes, the lessons and the ignorance,
May cease to be, but I will remain, me
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