Rings of Smoke

These poems do not live: it's a sad diagnosis.

a thousand lives have gone

Love is brief,forgetting lasts so long….. :Neruda. A thousand lives have gone, Thousands of moments,frozen to eternity, Bits and bytes on the canvas of memory, My feelings and your desires,cluttered issues, Filled with bitternesses of the past, And the untraced dimensions of the future.. Uncharted regions of emotions, Depths of feeling that you never felt, [...]

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    The lines generally are from some poem which I have, at some point of time or the other, loved. I do not mean, by including them, to be snotty or pretentious- but I would love it if you could identify the lines, and take much joy if you were interested enough to search them and read the original poems. If not- you can ignore them.

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