Tuesday, April 19, 2005

I. Me. Myself.

Am I an open book, allowing people to ruffle my pages a tad too fast?
Am I a shallow pond, where thoughts stay afloat, without deeper meaning?
Am I the touch-me-not, shrivelling and unaccepting, always on guard?

Life takes you through meandering roads, where every halt leads to introspection. In each wrong, there emerges a right. Sometimes, all it takes is for you to step out of yourself and view the world anew. Questions find answers, somehow, somewhere.


Pufflet said...


Metlin said...

You go, girl!

Dosai said...

eeks wonlee

kAy said...

me.... the touch me not-
could relate-
nice blog divya:)