Was it a magic or some chances of chasm which is shining as light in the blowing dusty wind ..
Maybe it's as such ;can't be believed even if it's felt by the conscious mind as it's an imprint in the unconscious mind !!-
12 JUL 2018 AT 22:02
10 JUN 2019 AT 12:12
It's beyond my fancy how life ticks on
But memories linger on,
Pinning themselves
To dusty old cherished things . .
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26 APR 2017 AT 18:00
Oh my dear diary
Where do you lie?
Behind the dusty racks
Or the old books I spy?
Oh my dear diary
Where's your life?
Over the cloudy winds
Or the dried tears in rife?
Oh my dear diary
How will you speak?
With the pen of limerence
Or the ink falling weak?
Oh my dear diary
How will you swear?
In the modesty of silence
Or the chaos in the blare?-
21 DEC 2017 AT 12:53
Time to let the curtains make way.
Time for the sunlight to make an appearance..
Dusty memories are trouble they say.
It's a fresh lease.. The sun kissed new experiences.. Begging for a chance..-
26 NOV 2017 AT 23:09
Everything you see
will b skeptical
When you see
through dusty
spectacles
Throw them away,
rub your eyes
And see the
spectacular
world around you-
28 JUN 2017 AT 0:07
Rain clouds looming over town
Soft breeze of the evening
Dusty twilight; evening chorus,
Birds; chattering and tweeting
Peacocks screaming
Clouds; growling and cracking
Shaking with massive basso-profundo effect
Inviting the crimson Sun to rest
People walking along silently
Lost in thoughts, now hurriedly scuttle past
And as the falling droplets set my soul free
The rude honking of a bus stuck in city traffic
Plays the wet blanket.-
6 MAY 2019 AT 23:44
What if I referred to
Myself as a friend?
What in the hell
Would I do then..?
I've certainly never
Liked myself.
I'm a dusty, old book
I'd leave on the shelf.
Would I have to try
And read that old book?
Turn it upside down...
And take a new look?
Would I have a good
Opinion of me?
The chances of that
Are as slim as can be.
What if I could see
Myself as you?
I would love me.
That's what I'd do.
05/06/2019-