deciphering me
Who am I?
I am a red cup on my desk. I am the sunshine of the day. I am the songs on my iPod. I am the wag of my dog’s tail.
Who am I?
I am the sketches I never draw. I am the words I think. I am the first bit of the morning smile. I am the pictures in my camera.
Who am I?
I am the dark chocolate that melts in my mouth. I am the place on my terrace where I always sit. I am the sip of wine. I am the dirty dishes in the sink.
Who am I?
I am the sand under my feet. I am the listener of my friends’ sorrows. I am the psychedelic dreams that I have. I am the inaugural drop of rain.
Who am I?
I am the sounds of the door opening. I am the 3 guitar chords that I play. I am the forgotten songs. I am a box of complaints.
Who am I?
I am the happy inertia. I am a bohemian spirit. I am a stalled traveller. I am the climber of mountains.
Who am I?
I am the goosebumps when I get scared. I am the love in someone’s heart. I am a hater. I am my own person.
Who am I?
I am the books I read. I am green chappals and smudged kajal. I am broken friendships. I am the people I ignore.
Who am I?
I am the love of money. I am the bringer of fortune. I am lamps and tables. I am the suicidal tablets.
Who am I?
I am the laugh when I smoke a joint. I am the checks of my shirts. I am the escapist of rain. I am the dedicator of neat pegs.
Who am I?
I am the freedom I crave. I am the fountain pens I buy. I am the watering eyes. I am the namesake of happiness.
Who am I?
I am the blog I write. I am the brown shades I wear. I am the dates I count. I am the failed mathematician and a unsuccessful biologist.
Who am I?
I am a rebel. I am the compromises I force down my throat. I am the greedy pizza-eater. I am a pepsi-addict.
Who am I?
I am the smoke I blow. I am the anarchist you yet don’t know. I am the pink of my cheeks. I am the hollow of my heart.
Who am I?
I am a writer. I am a recluse. I am the deserter of fake smiles and air-blown kisses. I am that you cannot hold. I am none of the above.
Who am I?
PS: Inspired by a million (yeah we exaggerate sometimes) posts on the same subject on the blogosphere. Content is original though… yeah we like to work hard also sometimes 
