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_And flashes of that fond love often fire 
A silver-lined dawn’s see-through, lucid dream, 
Radiant flames of heart-felt young desire 
Leap to burn bright and in no time turn grim, 
And prompting my pallid pride to perish, 
My swollen-self dashes down and dwindle, 
Threads of hope floating against flow like fish, 
What a dawn's dream my heart to rekindle! 

No, hers was not at all a casual look, 
As showed her pair of deeply probing eyes, 
Nor was the look so blank to be random, 
A girlie plank, nor was it a surprise, 
Not whatsoever happens’ shorn of cause, 
Naught walks in like a guest at an odd hour, 
Today it’s still a deeply buried past, 
Some things stay lost in life under cover. 

Some moments go fleeting in a click 
And leave the heart to brood, lifetime to long 
In a world of ‘what if' ere wisdom dawns, 
Memories of youth ring in like old song, 
And ere long all things dwindle from their prime, 
Take magnetic tapes, take music records, 
Some memories are writ on sands of time, 
But seldom those that touch soul's deepest cords. 

And our lives do unfold as Destiny 
Dances nigh like a well-choreographed dance, 
The unseen director above, decides, 
And we actors know nothing in advance. 
We dwell on the pied past for all our life, 
We all in life have an eternal muse, 
If we care to listen, her voice is rife, 
Not poets lone, we all lean on her clues. 

I count my blessings for fond memories, 
Doomed to have lost, and still within my heart, 
She too might be brooding, she loved and lost, 
And here are we pulled by our fate apart. 
Perhaps none of us was stealing glances, 
Our fate was conspiring to pull away 
To leave behind a few moments in freeze, 
O to hope hereafter to have more say. 
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Musings | 02.08.2011 | memories
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