That man by the window
who rarely finds time,
Looks through the greens
the birds, skies and drizzling rains
That man by the window,
behind the mask
of his cigar smoke
lost in his thoughts..
Looking through
into an in-turned world?
I wonder how he gets
what he is like
when he comes alive
from his reverie
and IS in the moment,
animated.
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RanDoM stuff.. ;-)
All's random, except the beautiful title.. given by Sir 'wattle' :-) Thank you.. the poem looks happy happy with a name! 
Thoughts?
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yeh itni achi nahi lagi
thoughts were lost some where.
jesay kuch lafzo ko jora ja raha hon. jo kay pehle he tot chukayn hon
by
the poet of hearts and beautiful words
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interesting :-) I myself have no idea.. a random poem it still is for me.. but thank you for your comment.. keep reading, keep penning..
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Ms Me, a complex piece of thought provoking wisdom; I'm thinking, not random at all. Perhaps the thought that fired the writing was a random one however the execution was well thought through and clever. Thank you. --- Everything should have a name. I've been thinking for two days; I'm stuck except for 'Frosted Glass'
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That's a lovely title! thanks ...
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Maybe it was random for you but it makes sense to me...it kind of is me...who spends a lot of his time in a dream, unaware of what goes on about me.
I've sort of imagined that...how people really are if you can break through and force them to just be themselves.
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I'm always wondering about it almost all the time.. no wonder m not able to get any work done!!
Thanks for readin always means a lot..
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well done!
Lol yes, random but meaningful I presume. It was very interesting. Quite nice! Enjoyed reading! Gear job. -
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Thank you :-)
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