You sit and drink your morning cup of tea
Over-looking a clothes-line
Where memories hang out to dry
And it drips and drops
And get seeped into the soil...
Bits and pieces of your thoughts
Never to resurface again.
Are you glad you have no memory now to nurture?
Are you glad your clothes are getting dry?
sunrise
varanasi
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- anirban bhattacharyya
- TV Content Producer/Director/Writer occasional Stand up Comic Once in a while Actor Traveler, Idealist, Scorpio
5 comments:
i loved it
outstanding
the clothes line - i am sure - will keep filling up with good 'clothes' only...
That sounds great. Very deep.
Very good stories~~ Thanks for ur sharing~~!! ........................................
Such imagery... sadly since quite a while no more!
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