came with


Why should I?

Look behind

Or ahead

Moments pass…

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 Memories live forever;

Envisage images, fading reels.

Feel deep within.

Spoken words on good old times,

Recreate, but a duplicity.

Feel deep within.

The other self, memorizes.
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“My greens turn yellow

As some of my family

We fall and get carried away

somewhere in the garden

We are there…”

Tenacious little petiole

Held together, what once

Was a charming leaf

That fell off into my arm

The same afternoon, I chose to sit under its tree

Reminiscing one particular day from childhood

Where I fell down with a cup of ice cream

And my father called it my tree.

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A regression model;

A collection of soft toys decorated the room.

Before my enquirer mind

Could manage to lay claim on speech,

She smiled innocently;

“I never had these once.”

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My God told me once,

In the silence of my mind and calmness of heart

That, I’m unique and Society pretend not to understand.

I cried; He said laugh, and I laughed my way to life.

Then I looked around, wise and aware,

With a silent mind and calm heart;

Each one of us cried, and laughed;

Their way to indispensable life.

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I float in a sea of space,

Colourless, odourless bay;

Who are you and who am I

Nurtures neutral shades;

Truth is called naked

Where nomads live fearlessly.

I hear my beating heart murmur syllables,

Mind awakens to present;

Meditative stage detours,

Reality a sea of constant mirage.

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…did we…

My words, your words

Same thought, same situation

I lived with time, you chased all the time

Here we are older and beautiful

What did we want any way?

The words resonated….

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