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Time Flows

Yellow lights blink red. Life comes to a standstill at familiar cross roads. The soft hum of the engine and some song playing on the stereo unhinge thoughts from where they were at rest. A soldier martyred, a nation in trauma and a world waiting for the Republicans to sneeze. You have a new profile pic, its beautiful. There is much work ahead, it will be a long day.

Nothing makes sense. I am a seeker. The lights turn green. I drive my thoughts.
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  1. SusannahSeptember 29, 2011 at 11:17 PM

    A wonderful piece of writing Rajesh. A stream of consciousness that is vivid and beautiful, I loved it. :-)

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  2. RajeshSeptember 30, 2011 at 9:18 AM

    Thank you sue. "Stream of Consciousness"... :) have not heard about it since my College days. I went long back in time... thank you for your comment.

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  3. Jerral MilesOctober 5, 2011 at 9:37 AM

    Rajesh, I love your writing... It speaks to me the way a good friend speaks to a friend. Thank you for this.
    Jerral

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  4. RajeshOctober 5, 2011 at 2:54 PM

    Thank you too Miles. Your visits to my blog helps sustain my desire to publish :) We form a MAS (Mutual Admiration Society). :)

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