At what point does one stop
Being, and just be?
A process that is done
As against being done…
Looking outward of existence
Telescoping into myriad possibilities
Of want-to-live-in thoughts
Some call them dreams
Others, fantasy
Realists, escapism
A deep deep urge within
That will not let you be
That gnaws desperately
On frayed ends of intentions
Till you surrender
The intention
Or
The Urge
Or
Neither
and
Live
Not just exist.
27 July 2010
Erratic Eccentricity
A Quest on Overdrive ... :) 
July 27, 2011 at 5:44 pm
Whoa. Wise words maam :)”Some call them dreamsOthers, fantasyRealists, escapism”
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July 28, 2011 at 4:04 pm
Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see.It's getting hard to be someone but it all works out.It doesn't matter much to me.Always know sometimes think it's me, but you know I know and it's a dream.I think I know of thee, ah yes, but it's all wrong.That is I think I disagree.'The Beatles'-“Strawberry Fields Forever”
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August 30, 2011 at 3:00 pm
Aayushi, thank you!Govind, I listened all over again to that song… 🙂 Nostalgic!Thank you too!
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