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The Return to Reality

Long sentences
Barely pausing
Running into each other
Words 
Devoid of meanings


When all is said
This Life
Withered wan undreaming
Stretching beyond memories
And lifetimes yours and mine 
Will be unforgiving.
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  1. Launna September 8, 2014 at 7:10 PM

    Rajesh... these words are powerful and beautiful... I love that line, stretching beyond memories ;-)

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  2. Jennifer WagnerSeptember 11, 2014 at 1:02 AM

    You capture well the awkwardness that can occur upon "running into each other" after the end of a relationship. Well writ Rajesh!

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  3. Loredana DonovanSeptember 15, 2014 at 5:22 PM

    I can't imagine what it would be like running into an ex ~ probably very awkward! So many things would be left unsaid out of politeness, or only small talk devoid of meaning, as you said. You captured this feeling well! :)

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