Where silence speaks,words intrigue infinity and thoughts travel light years to invade the mind cells wherein simmers a volcano of ideas and images juggling to burst forth into an intricate filigree of patterns and designs, complex in its simplicity and bizarre in its mundane echoes.
These could be peaceful recollections in memoire or maybe reflections of mixed memories(some calm, some turbulent) resting quietly in the tote bag. Which one did you have in mind, or did you have both?
Ah..so beautiful! Loved it!!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Amitji
DeleteThese could be peaceful recollections in memoire or maybe reflections of mixed memories(some calm, some turbulent) resting quietly in the tote bag. Which one did you have in mind, or did you have both?
ReplyDeleteMemoire has to be a mixed bag, no Somali? And a large bag to hold..
DeleteLoved it...:-)
ReplyDeleteI take a bow, Moni
DeleteA bag full of memories
ReplyDeletea handle to cling on
and hopes folded inside
to keep me going strong!!
Your each reply is precious to me. Very well put...
DeleteNice.
ReplyDeleteWhat a pleasant surprise!! Thanks Seshu Sir! Greatly honoured by your presence
DeleteBeautiful!
ReplyDeleteThanks a ton, Rakesh!!
DeleteLovely thoughts
ReplyDeleteThanks Vimala
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