While I am cast away, with scorn, contempt and anger, crushed with all the force of a deeply pained heart for the fear of pure confession coming to light, I catch a glimpse of the sorrow that shrouds her moon like face like a cloud.
Carrying all those bluish blots pressed onto me by that fine, golden nib, I lie here wondering about the irony that wraps my life – impermanence, the transition from usefulness to uselessness in a fleeting second..
10 comments:
Did I hear a whoosh sound- of something flying over my head??:)
I am not getting the context or the meaning!
It's the paper speaking Krish, I hope it makes sense now! :)
Kasanginal dan kavithai varum,
athu intha KAgithathirkum Porunthum!
I O, paavam paper!! :o(
and in addition to the previous words, if you've got one of those garbage bin shooting baskets, it is not complete uselessness anyway...
Oh boy. Now am gonna be reminded of this everytime i throw a paper away. Hmmm. Nice.
netcraze, you seem to be writing lots of one-liner-kavidhai's for comments...:p
Swaminathan, Hmm..Nice! :)
Ramya, Yes, Yes! :(
Parvati, absolutely right! :)..But, what to do, this particular piece of paper isn't too optimistic!! :p
MrG, Hey, back after a break?! :)..
Manoj, you needn't feel so guilty..afterall, not all papers may think the same! :p..Refer Parvati's comment above! :)
thank you..that was an impulsive response after i read ur post..I will continue my Kirukal (kavithai ellam too much..)
heyy... Congrats on the big thing!
- you know who!
netcraze, :)
Dear Anon/"You Know who", Thanks a ton! :) I know too many 'you know who's" and unfortunately am not able to spot which one you are..:(..Please, please help me! :)
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