What is life? Where is life? Why of life? These were the questions that bombarded my tender mind even as I entered my teenage period. Being contemplative by nature and emotional by temperment didnt help me much. With time, life started revealing herself slowly and gently, unfolding its seductive self to her devoted seeker. Here, I shall share how I made my life my ever enchanting, ever seductive, all consuming and ever passionate lover.
Friday, June 5, 2009
Conversing With Myself -VIII
Where am I?
In silence and quietness, Introspect. There in one will find, All his answers.
2 comments:
This is an excellent poem, for one
to keep in her/his pocket to remind
oneself to take the time to
be quiet and think.
Thanks for such nice words, cynthia.
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