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Flashes from the past,

All black and white

The time had no color either

Familiar faces, shooting memories

Soaked in love- sweet and sour

The hearts were rich, the souls- full,

The spirits- proud- all dressed conventional,

But the pocket- empty and the tables shamely naked.



The dreams were our guard dog,

We slept on pillow of busy thoughts

And blanket of believe and optimism.

We had it all, but we grew up and got a voice.

Rather broken one- would make a sound,

Which no one hears

Then we came out and walked the streets

But all that left was lies and fear.

Was time to go, we packed it all:

The soul, the heart, the dreams, the spirit

In a suitcase and a faraway, one way ticket.



“Oh, promise land, dream land!”

Oh, God! If I can swallow the bite inside my throat

Or rearrange my cement face and shape a smile!

Oh, brilliant splash of rainbow colors…



I found my home, with a table

Dressed with many faces

Fast smiling glances with love reflecting back to me.

Under my bed I keep my suitcase,

(The one with the label “one way” and expiration over due)

Unpacked still holding my heart- bleeding, my spirit- crushed,

My soul- empty, my dreams fading,

But the pocket's full…



Wet twinkles intruding my vision

Calm wishes are bringing me up

Will I ever see again… in black and white?