Its not often that i am clueless.And happy.
Its not often that i drift at whim.Here and There.
Its not often that i amuse myself with random things.This and that.
Its not often that i goof up.And not embarassed
Its not often that i sleepwalk through the day.And not unaware.
Its not often that i begin to write without a muse.And not unenthused.
Its not often that i am happy without specifics.
Its not often that i am myself without the props.
Its not often that i feel alive even with this and that
2 comments:
A very good composition. Its been thrice that I read it at different times and found it always better.
Appreciations.
Thank you..:-)am glad u did!
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