Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Just about me

I have always written something a poem or about something I saw in my way in my own words and feelings . . . . I carried on this as a habit . . . I have even felt bad if i spent a week without any of these things.

I dunno the reason but I rarely wrote after I started working. I cant say that work takes all my time, but in a way i had been interested in other things and stopped. My entire way of life had changed. To be frank, the very positive and happy Sunandha in all situations, had in way of life changed to be a cribbing and started negative thinking also. But I never lost my way of realizing mistakes with or without mistakes . . . .

My first step am starting my poem again . . . . Hmmmmmmmm This has always been a way for my emotions to be drained even though I never faced the situation I take for my poem. Just my imagination of how it will be if I were ever in that situation. Hope my misled traits haven't been tainted by my way of life now.

The next poem is one of that sort.

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