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The one word in one good conversation between two silhouettes,
standing somewhere on a foot bridge.
They parted in a good note,maybe or in a bad,maybe.

What is it in a conversation which ends up in nothing and somewhere in time
we are left with that little piece of "nothing".
Just like finding a forlon,dusty frame of picture or a novel.
And we smile And we cry And we feel something.

What is it in love.How stupid are we that we can't capture the moment to cross the line that separates a perfect world and a dreadful world.

What is it in passion.How stupid are we not to have one and obliged to follow what is written on the wall.

What is it the bunch of flowers.The smell just fade away in front of our eyes and we don't get a feeling what's gone.

What is it in the last train.The eerie feeling as it whistles by.

All the simple things doesn't really have a simple answer.God did not make us this way.Or did He?He doesn't have the power to control us.I believe.

How powerfull are we to kill a soldier who resembles the killer himself?

And how helpless are we that we cannot really accept the simplicity in all the complexities of our myriad of successful creations and always seek for more?

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SUTIRTHA said…
"Mirror Mirror on the wall!
Tell me who is the Happiest of ALL???"

the mirror might not have any answer because if it says 'You are the happiest'..We will say it is lieing as we strive for more...and again if the mirror says : 'You are not the happiest'..our inner ego wil be hurt.

Anyways back with a bang...All hail the real Imaginor!!! :)
January 22, 2012 at 4:26 PM
PINGPONG said…
ahh...i so loved it...and u said the right thing...
its hard to b simple...

And i second the person above who said " back with a bang...All hail the real Imaginor!!! :) "
January 22, 2012 at 6:41 PM
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