You became someone else When you smiled for someone else You died and can never be yourself again You're not real, nor are your emotions Your thought is borrowed So are your devotions
Can't. Its not a point i'm trying to make nor an argument to prove a point. Its an expression of a feeling/thought. It either makes sense to you or it dosen't. your interpretation is the right interpretation.
Hmmm my intepretation: that who we become in our lifetime is largely because of external factors, poeple around us and society. With every person, we are a different personality. We keep altering ourselves with situation, people. expxeriences. Thus were someone else when we smile for someone else, my emotions are based on society,n my thoughts are borrowed.
Hmmm....but id really like to know your interpretation of it as well.
@lost: Gustaqhi Maaf huzoor, but here one chumma to make up for misinterpretation, one chumma for making out my predicament, and one chumma just for making out :D
on a serious note: isliye mera blog secret hi achha tha! Ar u listening 666!!!
Ahha! This is more like it. I am pleased. "You're not real, nor are your emotions" is the key phrase I think. Pretense? The poem works really well as a whole for me.
@Junta: Introducing Aran, short for tARANtula. My oldest, most loyal reader. Never asked me any questions. Just read and let it be. Learn from her people!!! :D
@666: *Raised eyebrows*
@random_rambler: What are you talking abt! a poem is essentially a random set of words tossed in together so incoherently and with such irreverence to grammer, that it is actually come to be known as a liscence, so nobody can even come close to understanding it. Infact the fewer the number of people who say they unerstand the poem the better. And who better to write obfusicated lines than the Random Rambler himself! Ofcourse its your thing :D
Thanks to the person who brought smile on your face.. Thanks to the person who believes, you can smile again... Death's no limit....Love lives all-time.... You are bound to thing...but you emotions are free .... You molded because you hold back your leavening feelings... If there are plastic flowers.....there are blossoms too.....
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Hmmmm.....explain-explicitly
Can't. Its not a point i'm trying to make nor an argument to prove a point. Its an expression of a feeling/thought. It either makes sense to you or it dosen't. your interpretation is the right interpretation.
Hmmm my intepretation: that who we become in our lifetime is largely because of external factors, poeple around us and society. With every person, we are a different personality. We keep altering ourselves with situation, people. expxeriences.
Thus were someone else when we smile for someone else, my emotions are based on society,n my thoughts are borrowed.
Hmmm....but id really like to know your interpretation of it as well.
the poison is now the blood, only death can purge.
@purnima: This is one blog which i never assay to interpret :-) I really admire nn's abstractness.
But why Plastic Flowers?? Explain..?
@666: Thank you :), you have been most kind.
@Aditi & Purnima: Thank God you guys never read my old blog :D
@Lost Soul: Acid dripping is not something i pride but is as intrinsic as the poison.
PS: low pH :D
@lost: Gustaqhi Maaf huzoor, but here one chumma to make up for misinterpretation, one chumma for making out my predicament, and one chumma just for making out :D
on a serious note: isliye mera blog secret hi achha tha! Ar u listening 666!!!
Ahha! This is more like it. I am pleased. "You're not real, nor are your emotions" is the key phrase I think. Pretense? The poem works really well as a whole for me.
I think I caught the 'interpret it' bug.
hands in the pocket, looking at the skies and whistling :-):-)
yet you smiled
you always were someone else
i just want to think otherwise
delusion is as mine as is yours
nope poetry is not my thing!!!
@Lost Soul: yes :)
@Aran: Thank God for you!
@Junta: Introducing Aran, short for tARANtula. My oldest, most loyal reader. Never asked me any questions. Just read and let it be. Learn from her people!!! :D
@666: *Raised eyebrows*
@random_rambler: What are you talking abt! a poem is essentially a random set of words tossed in together so incoherently and with such irreverence to grammer, that it is actually come to be known as a liscence, so nobody can even come close to understanding it. Infact the fewer the number of people who say they unerstand the poem the better. And who better to write obfusicated lines than the Random Rambler himself! Ofcourse its your thing :D
I'm being celebrated! Oh, the joy! :p
Seriously, I liked your old blog. You'll agree with me that this post was quite close to that. So, salute!
Oh, and I didn't tell you before. I liked the title of the post too. :)
:| "self pity" is a dirty word..."enlightened thought" maybe
What is this blah about self pity n all!!! phhhissht this isn't even about me!!! woe be mine !!! lol
@ashi: glad :)
Self-pity?! I thought it was a cool sort of an anger. Or something like a dismissal. Am I really too far gone?
Thank you Aran! MUAH! :D
Not truely yours, she's the promiscuous kinds, sleeps with all of us. Some avoid it, some indulge in it and the rest do something about it!
Life after death ...n b'r meant nothing ?
We r all characters playing a small role ... always trying to out perform the others...
In the END nothing is REAL
Thanks to the person who brought smile on your face..
Thanks to the person who believes, you can smile again...
Death's no limit....Love lives all-time....
You are bound to thing...but you emotions are free ....
You molded because you hold back your leavening feelings...
If there are plastic flowers.....there are blossoms too.....
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