Looking through the inner me,
A distorted vision I find
Memories golden, rose tinted sea
colors of various intensity,
Images flit through my fickle mind.

With words, pauses and random rhymes;
I paint them in various hues,
Wayward thoughts, rants and dreams.
A poetess? A writer? Confusion reigns!
Everyday I am born anew πŸ™‚

P.S: I had this in my profile for long.. as “about me” on this blogger.. just updated it into a verse πŸ™‚



  1. I love that last line! Yes, each day is a new experience and a new chance for us to be whoever and whatever we want!

    Well done!

  2. Phew, this reads like the blog looks, so I guess it’s spot on!

  3. umm…awesome me-me!! πŸ™‚
    ps: when are u doing my poem tag? on what day you want to be??

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