As a very young child, I would try to run and chase the clouds, trying to win in vain against it. My motley of friends and I would run up towards a nearby empty field which had an abandoned flour mill, and conjure our stories about that mill, the ghosts that haunted.We would roll, laugh, push each other, till it would be evening and our mom's would come looking for us...so many many nights and days later, I still want to relish that spirit which I had as a child.We may grow old, but there are some memories which have the magical power of taking us back to the time of innocence...



Wednesday, February 17, 2016

Chapters


A few chapters
Does define your life
What you do now
What you do later

Happy or soiled chapters
Does not matter
What is there
What is not

Your cries
Painful as it may be
What is there to wipe
What is there to collect

Your mistakes
Is now your shadow
What is there to follow
What is there to lose


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