Him:
Epdi irukka ?
Her:
I.
Am.
I read a lot.
And have fewer conversations that I used to. But .. more quality.
I am trying to embrace my aloneness.
Not give into any thing that will take away from who I am
I brood.
I ponder.
I have changed.
I am exceedingly detached
And see through too many people to put on facades for their sakes
Him:
You haven't changed that much
The core is still the same you
A little less fiery
A little more balanced and at peace maybe
But still overwhelmingly YOU
I guess I know you well enough to say that
Her:
Is this a good thing or a bad thing
Or just a means to a better end
Him:
Its just you being you
And that is always good
Him:
I met someone. And while conversing with her, I understood a lot about myself.
There are certain people who put you in your comfort zone
To whom you can just be you.
She is one of them.
She thinks the way I do on a lot of things, maybe on a deeper level.
While conversing I've gotten more in touch with who I am
And all the order, all the prioritising is vanishing
My mind has been thrown back to the questions I always used to ponder about .
Meaning.
Identity.
Purpose.
Who am I truly ?
What moves me ?
What shapes me ?
What I can I give the world ?
Reading.
Writing.
Thoughts.
Silence.
Does it make sense?
Does it remind you of our initial getting to know each other conversations?
Her:
Yes.
I think my life has been blessed to have many of those moments .
Even if the people come and go .
Him:
I was thinking along the same lines as well
And people never really go
A person whom youve touched that deeply
You will never be a stranger to them
You are not to me
Even though its a year since we talked
Her:
That never happens
But life happens.
For sure
So we wind and whirl away and occasionally meet
Ever so often
Or not.
This is not entirely mine. This has a co-writer who probably contributed more to this than I did.
Epdi irukka ?
Her:
I.
Am.
I read a lot.
And have fewer conversations that I used to. But .. more quality.
I am trying to embrace my aloneness.
Not give into any thing that will take away from who I am
I brood.
I ponder.
I have changed.
I am exceedingly detached
And see through too many people to put on facades for their sakes
Him:
You haven't changed that much
The core is still the same you
A little less fiery
A little more balanced and at peace maybe
But still overwhelmingly YOU
I guess I know you well enough to say that
Her:
Is this a good thing or a bad thing
Or just a means to a better end
Him:
Its just you being you
And that is always good
Him:
I met someone. And while conversing with her, I understood a lot about myself.
There are certain people who put you in your comfort zone
To whom you can just be you.
She is one of them.
She thinks the way I do on a lot of things, maybe on a deeper level.
While conversing I've gotten more in touch with who I am
And all the order, all the prioritising is vanishing
My mind has been thrown back to the questions I always used to ponder about .
Meaning.
Identity.
Purpose.
Who am I truly ?
What moves me ?
What shapes me ?
What I can I give the world ?
Reading.
Writing.
Thoughts.
Silence.
Does it make sense?
Does it remind you of our initial getting to know each other conversations?
Her:
Yes.
I think my life has been blessed to have many of those moments .
Even if the people come and go .
Him:
I was thinking along the same lines as well
And people never really go
A person whom youve touched that deeply
You will never be a stranger to them
You are not to me
Even though its a year since we talked
Her:
That never happens
But life happens.
For sure
So we wind and whirl away and occasionally meet
Ever so often
Or not.
This is not entirely mine. This has a co-writer who probably contributed more to this than I did.
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