Being me ...

Montage: Being Me

I am an eternal dreamer, but willing to pause and say hello!
I often carry my rock alongwith, so it's easier to crawl back into,
The proverbial fly in the wall, who may get in a word or two
Often when conversations are zip-zapping through.
My family keeps me grounded, and we have memorable moments
Which are often too precious to share,
You can see I love going on joy rides, brings the child in me out.
I even believe in angels, even when often they are in disguise.
I am not one of those who can endlessly talk about themselves
All I can say on this is enough said :)

 This post was done for the prompt http://indiblogeshwaris.com/2014/02/being-me-the-herstory-montage/

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  1. JANU31 March 2014 at 16:38

    Cool one.

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  2. Rachna31 March 2014 at 17:26

    That is a cute montage. Wish I could see more pics of you!

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    1. Chatty Wren31 March 2014 at 17:39

      Thanks Rachna, I don't have too many pics of myself, have to get into the selfie mode:)

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  3. beingFab1 April 2014 at 03:56

    A sweet little poem!! Liked your tree-montage too!

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  4. Aishwarya1 April 2014 at 07:50

    This is really, REALLY beautiful!

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  5. pankti3 April 2014 at 13:36

    Beautiful, Vibha.. The poem and the poet :)

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  6. Anonymous4 April 2014 at 04:03

    How cool :) Lovely montage and lovely words.

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  7. Chapters From My Life4 April 2014 at 13:51

    Simple and yet so well said. Sadly I am missing out all the fun on Indiblogeshwaris.

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    1. Chatty Wren4 April 2014 at 18:29

      Thanks Farida! Why so, are you on a sabbatical?

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  8. Anonymous20 April 2014 at 16:00

    Lovely !

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