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Flashback

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My life is no less than a "Big Picture". I know, a lot of water has flown under the bridge of time. Yet, sometimes, a teeny weeny voice inside my head tells me to ponder, to introspect. And when I happen to have few minutes all to myself I do. Today was one such day when I went on a trip down my memory lane. As usual, my thoughts go back to a point, one that I call "A Point Of No Return". I call it so because however much I want I can never ever turn back time nor change whatever happened. Am I stuck with my past clinging on to my past memories? I am. But then, I can do nothing about it because I know it is my past that has made me what I am today in my present. So instead of whining over what happened, I have embraced change. I tried changing with changing times. I have learnt to let go of unpleasant memories. Have I grown? Maybe, but I have ensured that the Peter Pan in me entices the kid in me to remain a child. And yet in my varied roles, I do find a qu

Purple Warriors

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Once upon a time in Fairyland, There were four hundred and sixty three princes And only three princesses Each of them different, Unique, And with a mind of their own. They Were the chosen ones. Chosen to be together For months In salubrious climes. Months passed, Seasons changed. Arguments turned into agreements, Conflicts became friendships. Slowly, Olives, whites and blues turned purple. Not exact but nearing perfection. All good things do end And so did their story. These fairy warriors Metamorphed into kings and queens. It was now time To go separate ways And rule their kingdoms In their own way. They bade a teary adieu With promises of being in touch. Some did, some couldn't. Each one slowly taking control Of their domain, their life. Years passed. Rivers flowed under the bridge of time. The kings and queens grew old. Some became masters Of all that they surveyed. And some, Made a quiet exit.

S For Silence

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I am the tears an orphan cries, Or the pain a widow feels. I am hidden behind happy smiles, And in joy when a wound heals. I am present when raindrops fall, Pitter-patter on the earth. I am spoken when no words are said, To tell a man his true worth.

Love

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Just when I am about to give up, You quietly make your presence felt. You whisper "Don't stop, go on", And erase doubts that ever dwelt. Loved you then, love you now, And I know I always will. Together then, separated now, Yet one soul and one heart still. Time may fly, I would grow old, But the love for you would never die. We were a pair, we are still now, And we'd always be, You and I.