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The sun, slanting westwards chases me with competitive spirit; speeding through, interstate highway from Hyderabad to Bangalore, long stretches I see, are waterless seabeds reminds the oceanic origin of all sense of time vanishes, I am an unknown creature of the sea, an explorer of underwater geology.                                     Like life, it's a winding long drive              lonely too,  like one often finds, oneself in spite of many loves, just incessant voices that soon lose meaning. Speaking to myself, quietly, alone I realize this, calmly, in life- one is alone in many ways . How curious, the sun, my co-traveller, caught sight of me, and graciously gives me a smile of recognition, still continues the chase playfully, from my right, I like his verve he too finds fun in our run. He becomes red all over, decides to set in the west he signals, above Nandi Hills his spectacular farewell show makes me slow down and watch. At the height of the display, he vanishes like a magician, taking every drop of light with him, leaving me to find my way through darkness, that I have to dispel myself.
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Oct 4, 2013
Oct 4, 2013 at 1:50 PM UTC
Fellow travelers
The sun, slanting westwards chases me with competitive spirit; speeding through, interstate highway from Hyderabad to Bangalore, long stretches I see, are waterless seabeds reminds the oceanic origin of all sense of time vanishes, I am an unknown creature of the sea, an explorer of underwater geology.                                     Like life, it's a winding long drive              lonely too,  like one often finds, oneself in spite of many loves, just incessant voices that soon lose meaning. Speaking to myself, quietly, alone I realize this, calmly, in life- one is alone in many ways . How curious, the sun, my co-traveller, caught sight of me, and graciously gives me a smile of recognition, still continues the chase playfully, from my right, I like his verve he too finds fun in our run. He becomes red all over, decides to set in the west he signals, above Nandi Hills his spectacular farewell show makes me slow down and watch. At the height of the display, he vanishes like a magician, taking every drop of light with him, leaving me to find my way through darkness, that I have to dispel myself.
k-balachandran
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k-balachandran
Indian
Oct 4, 2013
Oct 4, 2013 at 1:50 PM UTC
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