Sunday, October 6, 2013

Catching up after a long time...

So...
We talked...
As we talked life,
Our childhood,
Our ways,
Our seperated existence...
How we drifted apart,
By spaces and times,
Some of us took to the city,
Its undying urbanity...
How me remained just a scribbler,
Crowded,
Yet
Persistently
Mind filled,
Mind sketched minds,
We shook hands,
We jabbered,
We  recast,
Momentarily,
We happened,
Before leaving filled
Ashtrays...
Before being filled by smoky nostalgia
Of our bygone days...

Our timegaps,
Our spacegaps,
Painted us lovely red.

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