not anyone you know.

i have been mulling over this and i think calling myself Vagabond is not exactly right.
Vagabond was a name that struck me and stuck to me due to THIS amazing poem by R.L.Stevenson.
i am in love with the poem and the message.

but of late i think i have become a person who does not live up to life.
someone who is not living up to the promises made to self, to others, pining for, looking for things that seem/are distant, hanging in-between, a Vagabond does not, it marches ahead, is comfortable with the today as much as with the yesterdays and tomorrows. i am not and i chose this.



i am more of a *gullible cynic*, yes i know, a paradox in its own way.
i just do not know myself anymore, do not know anyone who knows me or wants to.
i am just the puddle in the rain, who is special and beautiful only at times.
just like someone you don't know.
just *nOt anyone you know*

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  1. you know what? I checked my blog archives from two years back and found your comment there...I am really happy that you are still writing...most people have given up...

    wishes
    Scribblers Inc.

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  2. The last line was a statement, no a declaration. I liked it... :)

    Cheers
    Blasphemous Aesthete

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  3. been a while since i was on yours.
    glad you found me =)

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  4. yeah. something like that.
    subtle observation me likes. =)

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  5. nOt anyone you know
    provoking, i must say~!

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