KK posted: " As long as my body was small,I had no name of my ownbut helping hands were thereto support meI felt free and happyenjoying every bit of my existence... With expansion in size and reach,armed with names more than one,I miss so many thingsI got surr"
As long as my body was small, I had no name of my own but helping hands were there to support me I felt free and happy enjoying every bit of my existence...
With expansion in size and reach, armed with names more than one, I miss so many things I got surrounded with shackles known and unknown wearing hats of muscular thorns among the rosy roses...
I wish to add muscles to my budding emotions that were nipped in the bud I can't reverse the arithmatic and time of my life but I can certainly change the course of my journey back to that lovely smallness and supple innocence...
Why can't I throw the burden of useless hats and names and dance to my tune with myself, why should I question myself or anybody anymore for what was not mine at all, why shouldn't I walk the beach in a swim suit stretched over a bulging body and dive into the enormity of the nature's lap with abandon?
My broken heart is not pristine but it does give the strength and joy of being imperfect, to enjoy the youthful dimpled smiles in the depth of my worn-out face...
No, I won't waste my time anymore in thinking and rethinking what shouldn't have been done or could have been done or what will happen tomorrow, if time is not ready to halt, why should I?
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