Distinguished and always a gentleman, Amitava, talking,
making me laugh, giving all kinds of interesting facts
about the history of India and other parts of the world.
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Receiving messages, coded from rhythms that I am now
listening to constantly and incessantly.
Pleasure centers in my brain being touched tantalizingly
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Succulent cacti right outside the door, filled with
rain water from the last storm that we had in Phoenix.
Beautiful, plump, blossoms decorating them in colors
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Thunder claps loudly and even in the darkness a light of
hope sparks itself once in a while.
Treasures filled with memories keep us going through life
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Pasting a picture of self over reality, hiding behind
it, wanting to pretend that I'm not really here right
now, hoping it will work, but not really counting on it.
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Depths of coldness do not penetrate this being
when writing.
Being in the present, keeps me warm and full
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Being rocked into the future, feeling it's different
atmosphere filling my being with absolute perfection.
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Bending branches of trees hanging into a memory of
childhood, reminding me of all the good and wonderful
times had when climbing them every day.
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Everywhere I go, I miss you so deeply that my heart
and mind cannot let go.
Past memories shared in day and twilight hours mean
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Nothing can stay the same in life, babies are born,
people die, life is lived and lost daily.
Toiling and laboring throughout the years gives an
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