Honestly, shall I tell you honestly? I do not even know whether I'm honest or not.
Sometimes I would like to believe This is what I am, These are my thoughts, My dreams, my feelings..
But honestly I do not know whether I can call them mine Or are they someone else's reflected glory? Or a fragment of some illusion Created my favourite Illusionist, That is Me.
I honestly seek for a reply Yet I know not how honest I am about that.
Many moons back you had gifted me a coffee mug, with a personalized
message on it. Every evening it became my daily routine to drink my cup
of coffee in it and silently read the newspaper.
Few moons back,
it had fallen from the careless hand and a huge crack appeared on it. It
looked ugly, but I still continued having my coffee in it, after all
there was no seepage and it was a special coffee mug!
But
before long, with casual overuse the crack started to widen more and
more. The coffee started seeping out first in a trickle and then gushing
out like water coming out from an unmanageable hosepipe.
So I
stopped using it, but still couldn't throw it away, don't know why,
perhaps as it was the sole remaining witness of something special, but
long forgotten.
Sometimes it's easy to forget the face, but difficult to dissociate from the memorabilia.