Inscrutable Expressions!

I stand by a glass wall beholding the world yonder, I long to be a part; but for the divide in time and space it renders. At times the view beyond is clear, at others its foggy and blur, So near yet so far; even my voice noone there can hear. I stare helplessly and wait in despair.., In two minds, what should my heart care? Should I return to my world familiar and debonair, Or await a gentle caress when someday the glass wall disappears!

The greater the choices are, the tougher the life becomes! Hobson's choice is not a desirable proposition either.But worst is when we become victims of choices inflicted on us by others.

Sophisticating simple things makes them ambiguous.

We always tend to pass the buck to others in everything, we would become more responsible for our actions the day we learn to say "I choose to..."!