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Ink In My Life

I am the eye of the storm, when you live in me, I am at peace; I am calm. When the dreams of living are tossed aside, the spirit of survival cranks up the muse. I pick my pen and put you to good use.

Winter of Discontent

Some day we will connect again. Pick up the fallen pieces and glue them up again. What shape the future holds I already know. The pieces that we left behind in the snow, someday, they will thaw.

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  1. Good morning, Rajesh,

    Your posts make me take a moment to picture what you have said (guess I am a visual learner)and then stir up my own thoughts. That last line hits a few familiar cords. Relationships, regardless of what kind, are sometimes ended with a myriad of reasons. The thought that they can once again flourish or at least reconnect is comforting.

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