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all souls

as they ate all the souls
and scattered their ashes along the streets
what salvation are there
the others asked
there are none

the non residents
they danced in the midnight streets
and their children played in the middle of the roads
towards destiny they march
all souls

~as they stepped back
in time
getting younger
by the hours and days and weeks
wrinkles becoming beauty
arguments becoming embraces
distances touching, kisses
traveling in the eyes of strangers
i see them as myself
from forgotten pasts


[#] and I thought Id stop dreaming stranger days here :D
I haven't found time to blog proper yet (in the new blog too...invites will come soon, sorry), busy, too many decisions to take. Thank you for all the good advices, somehow I stopped being a foreigner from day one. I am home.


Cinderella. said…
I loved your postscript part !
Jeevan said…
Nice u got familiar with place soon to stop feel stranger :)
Miladysa said…
Wonderful poem Ghosty! Another favourite!

Home is where the heart is :-D
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Veens said…

if i may ask? where ru now? in strange place?!

:) just curious :)
d gypsy! said…

yes, u r home..
Karthi said…
>> Thank you for all the good advices, somehow I stopped being a foreigner from day one. I am home.

How poignant.
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venus66 said…
Wonderful poem. Hope you are feeling great. Take good care. God Bless.
Leni Qinan said…
Very nice poem, Ghosty!
I hope you're okay at home, safe, cosy and good. :)
Ghost Particle said…
[cindy] thx girl :)

[jeevan] thanks nanba. cant wait to meet you...:)

[milady] thanks honored. Yes, home is where the heart is...where it finally settles.

[veens] nah not strange...hahah Chennai it is. Jst that my dreams are strange. :p

[neha] thx thx :)

[karthi] great verse.

[venus] thanks you so much :)

[leni] in a different perspective, i am home nice n cosy. :) look at the invite for more info :P

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