Quite a few have begun to notice that I am an extremely humble person especially after I mentioned this wonderful trait of mine in this blog, a few posts back! It is not often I repeat myself but, somehow, this instance seems too good to indulge in fickle humility - fickle, because it rarely stays by my side, humility, that is.
A very famous singer (or maybe quite a famous one) sent me a friend request on Facebook and when the notification appeared on my mobile screen, I was skeptical - there were so many of these fake profiles, it could hardly be her, could it, I mused for a few seconds, before accepting the Friend request.
As soon as I could put my hands on my laptop, I quickly decided to login to Facebook and check her profile out. The tick mark that is usually associated with famous personalities was missing but looking at the friends list, the nationalities seemed to match - quite possible that she has just joined in with Facebook, which is quite strange, because she is of the current generation and although, Instagram could have been her patron's or her sponsors' choice, Facebook was not so bad, was it, that they gave it a miss for their star?
A very famous singer (or maybe quite a famous one) sent me a friend request on Facebook and when the notification appeared on my mobile screen, I was skeptical - there were so many of these fake profiles, it could hardly be her, could it, I mused for a few seconds, before accepting the Friend request.
As soon as I could put my hands on my laptop, I quickly decided to login to Facebook and check her profile out. The tick mark that is usually associated with famous personalities was missing but looking at the friends list, the nationalities seemed to match - quite possible that she has just joined in with Facebook, which is quite strange, because she is of the current generation and although, Instagram could have been her patron's or her sponsors' choice, Facebook was not so bad, was it, that they gave it a miss for their star?
Putting aside all these thoughts, I decided to pen a few lines of poetry for her, hoping for either getting a Like from her (she had only 73 friends in her profile, so the possibility of her reading my poetry was quite high - that a Facebook status updated would not consist of poetry is hardly a thought of substance to much dwell on and I don't waste my time on dwelling) and I did come up with some really beautiful lines that I managed to collect while watching "Doctor Strange" (in 3D) as the scene where the mirror dimensions and the real time juxtapositioning happen between Dr Strange and the Ancient One.
What you see is how they are,
What you see is how they are,
How you see is what they are,
Sometimes dark, sometimes blue and sometimes grey they are,
Shaded to protect what you are.
What they see from without is within Space
and without Time but with the same eyes
that sees Time and Space but without the skies
What they see from within is under the skies.
Sometimes dark, sometimes blue and sometimes grey they are,
Shaded to protect what you are.
What they see from without is within Space
and without Time but with the same eyes
that sees Time and Space but without the skies
What they see from within is under the skies.
The inspiration was in 3-D and in sci-fi but the tragedy was in black & white that when I reached back and posted the lines and tried to find the name, it just would not appear in typeahead !!
She was gone! Not in my friend's list !! I felt like Steve Martin in The Dirty Rotten Scoundrels, when Michael Caine introduces the Princess and is rapped on the knuckles and made to squat on the toilet seat, and Martin goes, "NOT MOTHER?" Another way of saying it is like when the notorious female tries to swindle the two swindlers by dreaming about others' hard-earned money but finds herself in prison for having gone too far than her limited intelligence would allow her.
She was gone! Not in my friend's list !! I felt like Steve Martin in The Dirty Rotten Scoundrels, when Michael Caine introduces the Princess and is rapped on the knuckles and made to squat on the toilet seat, and Martin goes, "NOT MOTHER?" Another way of saying it is like when the notorious female tries to swindle the two swindlers by dreaming about others' hard-earned money but finds herself in prison for having gone too far than her limited intelligence would allow her.
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