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Jan 2015
'Sayyah'
It translates to shadow.

Our thoughts
An unending train of stories, pictures, people
Instances,
In race with a fast moving train
Pause, and I look out
Reaching beyond my sight of vision
The last of the last man standing afar
Last to the last shelter I can spot
Our thoughts
A vivid imagery
Words and phrases collide
Compete,
They demand to be heard
They're beautiful and simplistic
My thoughts
In the shadow of my being
Looking forward to each day
Each ray
Each light
The sun
The moon
They're what compose me
My thoughts
Unending and surprising me each new day.
Megha Balooni
Written by
Megha Balooni  Delhi
(Delhi)   
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