Today,behind a keyboard,I see myself reflected on the screen.A little tense,a little excited.Celebrating writing through buttons rather than a pen.The flickering social media jungle providing a warm smile to this stranger:Me.An aftertaste for the expectations.
I say,I'll be the carried souvenier of the past,a handwritten thank you note,slipped inside a borrowed book.I'll be the subtle smile following a well illustrated comic strip.I'll be the fingertips brushing against barks of trees.And we will be the humanness to the technology infested world.We,who desire to be more than not dead.I will dare to be me,even when my heart throbs for refuge.
I say,I'll be the carried souvenier of the past,a handwritten thank you note,slipped inside a borrowed book.I'll be the subtle smile following a well illustrated comic strip.I'll be the fingertips brushing against barks of trees.And we will be the humanness to the technology infested world.We,who desire to be more than not dead.I will dare to be me,even when my heart throbs for refuge.
Well written..I say u stop being uncertain and carry on D gud work. :D
ReplyDeleteThanks! It means a great deal to me that you took the time out to read!
DeleteWell versed i must say.:) This is wat the present scenario has becum, physical presence has faded away and hi tech screens have becum valid more. This message shud b felt by every heart.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much!!
Deletewow. *-*
ReplyDeleteCongrats and all the best. Great going.
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