{"id":23,"date":"2012-03-11T03:49:00","date_gmt":"2012-03-11T03:49:00","guid":{"rendered":""},"modified":"2016-03-16T17:55:26","modified_gmt":"2016-03-16T17:55:26","slug":"a-sunday-without","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.amaragarwala.com\/blog\/a-sunday-without\/","title":{"rendered":"A Sunday Without…."},"content":{"rendered":"
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I woke up early today… and found it was yet dark outside.  Sitting at my window-sill I saw the first lights of dawn painting the skies in myriad shades of vermilion and orange.  It was was soft and beautiful dawn, punctured by twittering birds heralding a new day.. pregnant with hope and so many possibilities.  Found myself, engulfed with reminiscences and memories of those I love… many of whom are no longer with me. Yet, the poignant moments spent with them remain.. they remind me of times when I was alive. myipaddress<\/a> .  As a haunting emptiness stretches ahead… the day brings forth soulful thoughts which I have penned down: <\/span><\/b><\/span><\/div>\n

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        A Sea of Memories\u2026.<\/o:p><\/b><\/span><\/div>\n
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They are fleeting\u2026 memories like receding waves at the sea-shore<\/o:p><\/b><\/span><\/div>\n
Subtly moistening my mind with reminiscences lost in yore<\/o:p><\/b><\/span><\/div>\n
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I can feel their subtle urgings to delve into feelings long past<\/o:p><\/b><\/span><\/div>\n
Like sea-shells scattered across the sand frothy waves have cast<\/o:p><\/b><\/span><\/div>\n
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Wish I could drown my illusions in the deep blue waters neigh<\/o:p><\/b><\/span><\/div>\n
Perhaps they would reappear with every wave in a hissing sigh<\/o:p><\/b><\/span><\/div>\n
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Strange companions they are in this soulful walk through life<\/o:p><\/b><\/span><\/div>\n
Surreptitiously they peep into mind, in a joyless sullen strife<\/o:p><\/b><\/span><\/div>\n
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Can decipher footprints on sand of paths long treaded and cast<\/o:p><\/b><\/span><\/div>\n
Like wreckages veiled in mists of time with just a grotesque mast <\/o:p><\/b><\/span><\/div>\n
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Ihe wailing salty wind… roar of surging waves across grey skies<\/o:p><\/b><\/span><\/div>\n
A piteous heaviness within, I can barely decipher\u2026 silently lies<\/o:p><\/b><\/span><\/div>\n
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I glance heaven wards… in craved agony to vouch messages sent<\/o:p><\/b><\/span><\/div>\n
Perhaps they are lessons in guise\u2026 the God\u2019s have verily vent<\/o:p><\/b><\/span><\/div>\n
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I ponder at painless lessons\u2026. and if our lives could be kind<\/o:p><\/b><\/span><\/div>\n
Would be easier to live it then\u2026 and none would really mind<\/o:p><\/b><\/span><\/div>\n
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Futile wishful emptiness\u2026 as my haunting reminiscences drove <\/o:p><\/b><\/span><\/div>\n
Life beckons in pain again\u2026 to rummage it\u2019s treasure trove. <\/o:p><\/b><\/span><\/div>\n
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