Part II - Come, Get Confused With Me...

Here are some more thoughts, which entered my mind on different occasions. I kept them alive by making notes.. Thanks for responding to the First Part.. Here's the second one.. 

I walk on the path you showed me; Why don’t I see your foot-prints.

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A knock on the door; and I hear the fading sound of my own foot-steps. If that was me then who am I?

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Sunshine makes my face bright; will it glow in the darkness of night?

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He kept growing by killing  “spirits” of those around; now dies every day in unknown fear.

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Mirror reflects the masked me; Will I see my real self with eyes closed?

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Walking in the day, I found my shadow changing sides; Why then I feel troubled when people do the same?.

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A dry leaf got crushed under my feet; why would none notice?

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Morning walk and I don’t notice morning; why is my mind stay stuck in yesterday’s turmoil.

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Looking at the night skies and searching for the shining Sun; what has happened to her mornings?

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My childhood passed and I kept the child inside alive; Is it  why I could grow well.

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Seeking all the morning colours and then holding on to dull shades too; will the picture emerge bright?

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A real world and another in the realms of thoughts; Hey, tell me where do you think you live.

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Horror on the face, a poor soul jumped aside; did I see the speeding car laugh or was it an illusion?

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Can’t run away having been labelled brave so shoots from the shoulder of the lesser one; enemy retaliates and I wonder – do bullets ever distinguish?

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Talent, intellect and passion are adorable; then why is it ‘power’ that mesmerises..

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Day dreaming and then having sleepless nights; Is it time for a wake-up call.

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None followed him and he too couldn’t follow anyone so he left the corporate; Would he now become a leadership trainer?

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In one's life if one wants to reach the top; then why does one have to be what one is not..

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I could never understand the nature of a rain-drop; while falling from the skies does it too carry a hope?

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Tall trees, talk to the skies and I wonder do they also tell lies.

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Admiring the write and wondering on the thoughts; and then being reluctant to comment or click on ‘like’..   :)

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I have taken a couple of thoughts from my own book "A Little More Than Ordinary" which was published in 2002 for restricted circulation..

Well, let us see if I keep getting confused and keep returning with such posts.. Life is funny because there is so much fun observing ourselves and finding how do we keep making errors in living and thinking. Of course, we can stop doing that. But it is altogether a different sport.. Will play sometime, together.. Invite me..

RS J

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