7/21/09

When i was a child, i used to say that trees didnt speak because they were caught up in deep thinking all the time. I carried on with this imagery for so long, and even now maybe it still remains some where in my mind. The other day, i drew out a fresh green plant as a symbol for myself and my imaginary person seems to be quite much... some day maybe i'd wind up in a house by myself.. as my thoughts shall leave no room for others to visit or stay...all kith and kin shall be dead..nd all lovers left... so that they lead happier lives with others..

memories, i will store in pickel jars... nd thoughts shall flow with white linen curtains as sunlight filters in through them...

10 comments:

Arcane Akash said...

hmm..... i always thot u were gonna be a creepy old granni!

reema said...

i will.. most definitely..

Minakshi said...

For sure a creepy old granny :P

reema said...

@min: creepy??... lol

little boxes said...

you paint pictures with your words.
beautiful

reema said...

@bedatri: :) i m glad

sujaan said...

the gnarled roots of really big old trees do look like they've gained a lot of wisdom thru introspection :)

and even if u must keep memories in a pickle jar, make sure u taste them once in a while

very vivid post, loved the colours and the smells :)

reema said...

@sujaan: i thot of the pickle jars... bt forgot abt tasting them... tnks for reminding.

Geek Lover said...

ahh pickle jar pickle jar.... who does everyone talk abt pickle jar these days... dhut.

reema said...

@tan: dey make good containers ...i figured..