yesteryears whispers,
murmured promises,
ashen hopes,
scattered amidst the detritus,
of a life wasted away,
stumbling out of one and into another hazy day,
even though my heart still blazes,
my soul aflame,
my spirit revived,
burning bright,
dispelling trepidation,
regretful pained memories,
to be left behind,
at long last,
surrendered to departing night …
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Afzal, what beautiful, soulful verse…love reading them all.
Lots of love to you and Mosie,
Suniti
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Thank YOU, for your always warm words. Mosie and I speak of our time together back in our Delhi. Mussoorie with the kids. Hauz Khas. Khel Gaon. Precious memories indeed. Mum loved you very deeply and spoke of you often, right up until the end, we used to laugh and shed a nostalgic tear or two about them bad and yet good ‘ol days in what now seems to have been a world a little less cynical. Warmest wishes to all. Afzoo Delhi-waala
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