Sense and Meaning
Shadows of the mind
Are real or dreams
What does it matter
When it seems real to me?
What is reality,
Why quibble over semantics,
When the fear and joy is real
That they instil in me.
Truth and fact
Don’t matter for me,
Are what get me across the path
Has it been an hour or ages ago
My heart and mind do not know
Posted on April 2, 2009, in personal and tagged poems, poetry. Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.
What a soft and sensitive side you have.This soft side has led you to write poetry.
This soft side is dangerous.First your face had no goatee and you looked like Tusshar Kapoor.
Now you have a goatee as seen on Facebook and you look like Bhiku Matre from Satya.
Is this what your soft side has achieved?
Sometimes even I have a soft side which leads me to write poetry.
Read my poem ‘Because Of Kasab’
Damn that Goatee,it scares me!
lovely poetry on kasab! I can only aspire to such level of depth and subtleness 😀
WOW! I’m speechless…this is very very good, Gautam.
thanks Joy! I personally wasn’t too satisfied with this effort 🙂 Am rusty and out of touch