Passé

 I

came with

nothing.

Why should I?

Look behind

Or ahead

Moments pass…

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Reel

 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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Tree

“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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Artist

Label me not a criminal

I’m merely an artist

Creating beauty and love

Into life I believe in

From inspirations close to my heart.

 Kill not my voice

I’m merely a dreamer

Weaving stories and grandeur

Into life I imagine

From visualisations I fell in love with.

I don’t wear a mask

Nor do I mask myself

I’m the lover in a journey every time

Of difficult paths, differences and expressions

From generalisations I remain unbound.

 

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Float

Curtains fell and bottles rolled

I floated in thin air.

Sometimes mind revels in moments

And absent-mindedness gets an appraisal.

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via Daily Prompt: Float

Time Travel

I looked away,

Far and distant;

 Weighed.

Time travels,

Straight and distant;

Unstoppable.

My mind on a journey,

Distances never gauged,

Past to future frequented,

Recalled and lived,

In present; this moment.

Time travellers, are we?

 

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Our Stories?

stories

Stories retold

Of prince and princess –

Valour, honour and the victor;

Wars and lives

They chased ….

Stories recreated

Of man and woman –

Emotions, feelings and situations;

Chances and living

They faced ….

Stories reread

Of fictional and non-fictional –

Characters, representation and wonderment;

Idealism or realism,

I pondered.

And our stories?

Realistically conceived,

 Professed, often;

Perceived and construed,

Told, created and read.

Each Soul on a journey,

Unscathed.

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