Thursday, September 13, 2007

The oddity of being me

Its my weakness. Its my pride.
Its everything. Its nothing.
It never ends. It ceases when challenged.
Its big. Its small.
Its my asset. Its my fault.
Its my hope. Its my misery.
It fools me. I fool it.
Its a paradox.
Its love. Or is it?

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

What you so concerned about ur self poo, just relax and maybe its love. Dont analyze ur self so much.

equilibrium said...

Seriously, too good!

Ubiquitous said...

It is.

:)

the_ego_has_landed said...

thanks guys

Kalyan said...

lovely words...!

Jessica said...

babes....i didnt know u wrote poetry....this is a brilliant piece of writing :)

the_ego_has_landed said...

thanks jess :)