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Phantom Memories


Always in the shadows, 
Never showing up. 
Fragments of unclear thoughts, 
Heard but never understood. 
Not remembered, 
but never forgotten. 

A shade that reminds me of your hair
Some lines that reminds me of your lines
Some days that reminds me of days with you
Some pain that reminds me of your anguish
Some jingle that sounds like your laughter
Some scene that reminds me of your tears.

In the phantom memories from my yesterdays, 
You live on.

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  1. As usual, your images are vivid... memories haunting. Powerful writing. Thanks for it.
    Jerral

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  2. Poignant, sweet and very beautiful. :-)

    Lovely writing Rajesh.

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