those
random
moments
when
eyes
stare
at a
blank
space,
and
conscious
thoughts
stop
their
incessant
parade,
as
memories
like
water
balloons
splatter
on
empty
walls,
and
vivid
colours
flash
giving
glimpses
of a time
gone by,
till
the last
drop
is soaked ain
like a
watercolor
on paper
art,
and
a blink
is all that
it takes
for
the sheet
to regain
its
white,
as
the stains
of pain
once
again
retire
into
the
depths
that
hold
them
captive
inside.
———-
Vidur
25Apr17
It’s beautiful Vidur…and yes I can resonate with it 😊
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Thank you Chhaya! The best inspiration is that which seeps in without knowing…. so thank you for it 🙂
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Hehe…😊
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