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Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Conversation perils.

It starts, without much ado. 
Like the silence that seeps into awkward conversations, 
when there's nothing more to ramble upon.
'Cause goodness, as a virtue ceases to exist.
And you and I perform, to the tunes of our opinionated rhythms.
Diplomacy, well maintained.
As you and I smile, trying to scrape through the cloddishness. 
If I would have been the spectator, and not the actor,
how heartily would I have laughed, oh how heartily! 

5 comments:

  1. seriouslyy..i just thought it was an absurd old time verse...but pondering over the last 2 lines made me jolt to reality
    if i were a spectator..seeing how we try to keep Diplomacy intact n trying to win over each other wid our opinons i sure wud hav laughed heartily at the FUTILE, FUNNY USELESS ATTEMPTS\

    AAH ..BEAUTY!

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  2. ugh you've summed it up perfectly. Thanks for dropping by =]

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    Following you,

    Aditi,
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  3. A nice writeup :) I've changed my blog url. You can RSS to my posts at new url;
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  4. Wow! You captured the emotion spot on
    :)

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  5. True. We live a thousand lives just to realize in the end that we were living someone we hated the most.
    One strange, funny puzzle called life and we blame ourself :)

    aJ

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