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Seeding Storm Clouds

The times these days have an abstract quality to it. It is splattered with shades of Blue Grey and lousy Scarlet. In its stoic hurry, it leaves me behind as it rushes past me. I am not alive; it is some impostor in me who does the living part. I am merely a spectator of myself; I am surprised at the slick screenplay and the picture-perfect speed with which the frames jump queue and impose themselves. I keep checking dates and realizing that I have supposedly lived through days and months that I would not remember!

I think I will soon be running into a storm. It would help my memories. The showers will bring the dead back to life again.

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  1. I dont know. Perhaps these memories are not worth remembering hence your mind is forgetting them. Perhaps that is a good thing?

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  2. I like this very much Raj.

    I especially liked the line...

    it is some impostor in me who does the living part.

    Nice writing!

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  3. @ Raajii,
    Thanks for your comment. Memories are in itself neutral in nature, it is our perception that lends them shades. When I wrote this, I was more worried about "memory-less" days, days that I would not remember because there is nothing in them! Since life in itself is short, I hate it when I go through these zombie phase of living :)

    Thanks and TC.

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  4. @Sue,

    Thanks for the comment. Lots of beautiful words flowing from your side too these days, almost as if you are in love :)

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  5. "I am surprised at the slick screenplay and the picture-perfect speed with which the frames jump queue and impose themselves."

    Picturesque lines!!!

    "I think I will soon be running into a storm. It would help my memories. The showers will bring the dead back to life again."

    Rajesh,I strongly like to believe that the laid back feel of your recent lines is the calm before the storm and I do hope that it brings you good luck! :)

    Way to go!

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  6. More fine poetry... Many thanks for your writing.
    Jerral

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