thought about differnce once we put our best foot forward outside the home.....and once we return into it.....in form of poetic justification.............
we step out of our home
and carry the face painted with
ruthlessnes and practicality
the will to win
the hard decisions
goes into behind the scene..
dynasty of our influence gets diluted,
colour of face turns vibrant
the urge of superiority disintegrates
once we are within the embrace of our beloved
softness and emotionality
the will to loose
the imaginative mind
the naughty talk.....
how we transform ourshelves so differnt being same
when we are confronting the world...
when we are expressing the deep feelings to beau
blushes in the emotional companionship?
or only me?
does everyone imagine the world the way i visualize ...or only me?
truth is not contaminated with experience...i am yet to discover...
my finger crossed....still