what do we really want?
desires? love? respect? or individuality?
or the endless list which never ends?
where is the end to our mortality?
n what is its cost?
do we have to pay a price for chastity?
is this the consequence of our sanity?
for how long would we keep on regretting
for being what we are not?
for how long would we keep on forgetting ourselves
for not achieving what we sought?
what do we really want?
n what is its cost?
just taking life as it unfolds, finding answers to truths untold, striving hard to talk to my heart and soul, and trying to figure out - this mystic society and my inhumane role
Saturday, April 18, 2009
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U r a profoundly thinking individual. Each of your posts takes me to the depth of your thinking and makes me wonder how much deeper I can possibly go.....really.....amazing writings. Keep it up....:)
ReplyDeletethank u amrita for those kind words..
ReplyDeletei wish i could live upto that level someday..hehe..