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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required That was then…. When the tapestry of contentment enveloped the enthralled expanse exhilarated, of the sensuous sky called life. When the fervent flight was friendly for the esoteric essence to fly fearless near and far like a free bird beguiled. When happiness was convivially contoured in the consummate cauldron of time present, relationships extended arms all the way to embrace with unreserved fervor. Strangers mingled with smile of no pretense, kept the dormant egos unexpressed. When life had the gracious fluidity, flooding the kinship landscape with candor, flowed like the fragrant spring zephyr over the contented topography of being, touched the ebullient perimeter of the fulfilled psychic sanctum. When your onyx cloud of latent tolerance showered the soothing rains of empathy on my blazing mental mantle doused, you enwrapped me within memory petals, made the bouquet of togetherness when I was gone from your garden of roses. This is now… When deranged life is desolately disjointed, things that matter to you and me don’t relate as relevant any more. The lone journey in the connived course, fraught with fright is to descry the destiny in the uncertain horizon of the unknown. When self-imposed isolation takes the mind from tentative today to ambiguous tomorrow, ruptured rapport unholds hands even in sorrow. In life the solo actors make their own stage, play the unreal roles in the drama they write, till the curtain of self-inflicted seclusion drops. When the impeded flow of time stalls in the hourglass of verily viscous sands, sliding in the manipulated tortuous trail, crashes at the basal indiscrete instincts of the impatient and imprudent life, buried in the debris of dismembered dreams. When compassion morphs into mirage in the desolate desert of the desiccated life, where my soul is a snapped string in the frail fabric of human disharmony. When I’m gone you instantly erase my fading face from your contrived canvas.
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