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Mired in dreams
unpleasant to boot,
nostalgia uncurls her ugly fingers
leaving me craving
for the lost moment in heaven.
Digging deeper into the recent past,
opens unhealed wounds best wrapped up
in comforting voices and clicking keyboards
The clouds beckon the bout of tears,
plummeting self amidst the sea of callous
this ride will last a while
this ride will last a while
till the boatman finally comes by.
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Glad you made it this far...would love to hear your take on the words scribbled. A comment every now and then keeps the blues away. :D
Since, crazy Mr. Blogspot won't let me reply to the comments here (is upset with the water ladies ever since they refused to verify visitors)...will do the next best thing, drop in to your blog to say my Vanakkam/Namaste/Salaam/Hello.