Through my lens: Unspoken thoughts

Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village, though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark, and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.  - Robert Frost ***************************************************************************** I am an angel, I'm a devil I am sometimes in between I'm as bad as it can get And good as it can be Sometimes I'm a million colours Sometimes I'm black and white I am all extremes Try to figure me out you never can There's so many things I am I'm someone filled with sel

Since you are sitting in some hideous spot in some corner of the world, I have to let you know I take good care of me and my other half is doing all your jobs pretty effectively and responsibly in your absence. My other half is slowly becoming my better half and I feel very much comfortable with this bond we are developing. Its lovely to flourish such a deep connection with oneself. Other day someone asked, "Its Friday, ain't you going out? No plans?" How should I reply back? Should I tell you are too busy or should I disclose my actual plans? I take myself out for brunches, movie dates, luncheons, nature walks, festivals, events and even long drives. You may have to look for advance booking as now a days all my evenings are booked with other self who entertains my day dreams, aspirations, monologues, life plans, consolations, self cheering which uplifts my mind, body and soul. Song playing in background [Damn, I like me better when I am with you ..] Hey list