Talking to myself,
laughing and crying too.
The getting upset,
and then trying to make it up to me.
I often tire myself out,
And then begin the cycle anew.
I am my own friend philospher and guide,
my own destination and perchance, the road too.
I lose myself in me, while looking for myself,
and wander around, in my own musings.
I often wonder, For how long , I'll wander in myself
and, if these thoughts of mine, will ever reach anywhere
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yep siggy,
one can translate the words, but the emotions some how escape that translation. Especially if it happens to be ur own work. I am sure I could not translate any of my english poem to hindi either.
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