A Timeless Quandary.

A Short Story below

"Am I making any sense?"

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Whereabouts are we?

Thereabouts some place, says she.

Hearabouts with me, says Time.

Talk about confusion sublime.

Thinkabouts are dozen a dime.

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the long long lines of waiting,
the endless waiting,
for words to show up,
I am here, still waiting.

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a rainbow floating on the ceiling. I couldn't understand what it was doing there. I got up and saw a pot of gold on my table, shining brightly. The luminous glow had made the room fairy tale like, I was beginning to like the situation I found myself in. Moving towards the table, I noticed a curled up object next to the pot of gold. Blackish grey, it seemed to stir as I got closer. Before I knew it, it had jumped and made a tight loop around my neck. I struggled to breathe while trying to loosen its grip, but it was to no avail.I remember falling down choking, all the while looking at the pot of gold.
I got up with a start. Cheerio, my corgy was on my bed licking my face. 'Hey, stop this' , I said, pushing him away. Strangely enough, he was rainbow coloured and the room a golden bowl. I was lying on gold coins, where in the world was I? Any guesses? I should mention the weird pair of eyes that watch me from above, and a funny hissing noise I hear now and then.

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white haze,
screaming gaze,
blood crazed,
secrets glazed,
unending maze.

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Rest is the best,
not saying this in jest,
it is a night time movie fest,
spooks are at their best,
a boo, a scare,
goosebumps, skin on a crawl
Hey word scrawler,
you don't get to go anywhere!

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When boundaries of worlds collide,
a puzzled soul knocks on
doors of the real world,
only to be shocked,
time, for it, is only an unending loop,
while the dark side screams in laughter,
at its dilemma.

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Come, Join Us.


"I was plainly in view, how could they miss me?"

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The moonlight of truth
casts its shadow on the
ground,
Beware all ye,
there be ghosts of you
that you never see.

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waving a magic wand with a rainbow coloured trunk.Rubbing my eyes, sleepy still, I watch it glide gracefully across the floor. It does a ballerina dance, inspite of its girth, I burst out laughing.This is a show I wouldn't miss, an elephant waving a magic wand and doing a ballerina dance right next to my bed. Was this a dream? I pinched myself. It wasn't a big deal, the dream I was thinking about,it is not the same as the one I have been trying to get a hold on. The scary part of the dream, where I was going to say that the other day I was thinking about you and wondering how you react. A lightning bolt, a thunderous clap, rain down from the grey clouds, a ghost of you rides this elephant. What is this dream about?
I miss you. My dreams are truths mixed up, which one is you? The innocence or the fear?

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