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These faultlines we tread: of island loves, we dread. On the crests, lie parked our loyalties: siblings, friends, parents and loves, every love, bounded by sadnesses; Faultlines that carry buried embers under piles of smoke; and then once a while, a paper wheel that was still, revolves in the slow wind - and embers come alive; Suddenly unrequited attractions flame over: O the lure of danger-laden pathways on these faultlines that we dread, yet love to tread. How in dark lights, shadows talk and could-have-been's and how-nice- it-would-have-been's play out, lonely paths, where embers and shadows flutter in the winds, we walk on. The fair wears out, the gathering disperses, and this deja vu cabin flashes out exactly like those years ago and hope emerges out into the renewing fair, with the crest, in that undivided year when the sea hadn't reduced this mass of our loves to these island bits with these faultlines that we dread, yet, love to tread
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Jan 14, 2013
Jan 14, 2013 at 12:15 PM UTC
Faultlines
These faultlines we tread: of island loves, we dread. On the crests, lie parked our loyalties: siblings, friends, parents and loves, every love, bounded by sadnesses; Faultlines that carry buried embers under piles of smoke; and then once a while, a paper wheel that was still, revolves in the slow wind - and embers come alive; Suddenly unrequited attractions flame over: O the lure of danger-laden pathways on these faultlines that we dread, yet love to tread. How in dark lights, shadows talk and could-have-been's and how-nice- it-would-have-been's play out, lonely paths, where embers and shadows flutter in the winds, we walk on. The fair wears out, the gathering disperses, and this deja vu cabin flashes out exactly like those years ago and hope emerges out into the renewing fair, with the crest, in that undivided year when the sea hadn't reduced this mass of our loves to these island bits with these faultlines that we dread, yet, love to tread
This is to grey areas of love we maintain, balancing acts, difficult loves, buried embers...
prabhu-iyer
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Jan 14, 2013
Jan 14, 2013 at 12:15 PM UTC
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