Doodles of the Insane

After all the myriad confusions of your boggy mind gets transpired into invisible  vapors  of sorrow to the clouds of misery, What do you expect  to rain back at you? Floral showers or thorn pricks? A smiling face or an indifferent look? I held my hands so close to the glowing flame not to lose you, the light of my life; And you rejected my hands  as they were dirty, not knowing the color of smoke. Seeing me through your eyes, I have sketched me,  cold, rude and ugly, in contrast to my version. The eyes are flawed, I see, as they need glasses. But whose , yours or mine ? Oh man, What have you become?

So I thought enough of these academic dilemmas and let me be me. In  the last post, I decided not to write anymore, those super specialty exams.   Now I have decided to write forever, these doodles of mine. Finally I understand,  why I was lead to buy those Paulo Coelho's books on the roadsides of Davangere. Why I had been philosophical all along my life ever since my understanding of life. Why I had been a moderator in the quarrel between the Heart and the Mind. Why I was awake on that night(22.03.2007) and refused to lie down on my bed. Why writing gives me a unique sense of pleasure and pride. There had been omens all along my life about where I should lead to. I shall continue to write and keep my blog active and on the long run try to publish atleast a book of excerpts taken from this blog, my dream child. I think I am getting enough time to scribble here atleast a week, on my duty days. Looking back then, I just had one commodity, "Time "and a bit ...