Standing at the door!

standing at the door

i had been thinking,
thinking about a lot of things
from the little boy in the playground
to the granny in the park!

from the things i had done years ago
to what i did yesterday
been thinking what i am doing now
to what i will be doing tomorrow!

a lot of choices;
a lot of options;
life is about choices, everyone says
and choosing the options wisely

from the road less travelled
to the most crowded streets
i had made the choices
and chosen the options my way!

now, tired of all this
and the mask slowly wearing off
i am being forced to choose
i have to make one final choice.

standing at the door,
do i reapply the makeup
and continue to wear this mask (forever)
or do i give in to life’s desires?

 

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  1. Raji Krishnan August 7, 2008
  2. Praveen August 8, 2008
  3. Sandra August 26, 2008
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