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TRANSIT LOUNGE
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The human mind – a transit lounge
like passengers, ideas and thoughts flit in and out
on flights of fancy and fantasy, in a hunch,
to and fro, from unknown destinations slots.
Some flow in bent broken lines,
Yet others carry apposing, opposite signs,
the antithesis,the climaxes, and the apostrophes.
Some crouch around like the pet dog in its lair
on the divans ,sofas or under the chairs.
Restless , restive and transient ,
Nevertheless, intractable and intransigent.
All liaisons in life are but transit relationships ,
warm, glowing ,scarlet, until the sunset skips,
Then in grayish twilight cinders
one remembers unspoken words…
nostalgic reminders .
I read it twice
Amazing piece
thanks Ma’am
Keep writing
Hi Rajdeep,
Thank you for the appreciation .
sarala
Liked the unusual comparison of thoughts & ideas to a dog in its lair!
Kusum
Yes, in a home all know of the existence of the pet. it may not be visible, may hide under the sofa , thoughts too exist without our explicit command and pop up when we least expect it.
sarala