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Many years later

The damages are all still fresh. Not like fresh flowers and fragrance, or freshly brewed coffee. The cracks are blunted. Like the scent of a pressed flower, the aroma of a receipt from a coffee date many decades ago.

The wounds have healed but the salt still burns. Not like a lost limb or deafened ears. The burns are scars. Like an itch on a phantom limb, a scream in a vacuum.

The rage has calmed but the soul still simmers. Not like the death of a loved one or being cheated on. The memories are faded. Like the ache of watching love get Alzheimers, their eyes catching light because of someone else.

The desperation has dissipated but the urge still tingles. Not like the gasp for more oxygen or reading every last word for a favorable interpretation. The emotions are stunted. Like learning to breathe under water, comprehending the words never meant to be yours.

The sound is still hollow, the darkness is still dull.

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  1. Continuum16 January 2015 at 10:50

    As always - brilliant.

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  2. Anonymous16 January 2015 at 11:18

    Beautiful piece of literature. The meter is perfect. The metaphor is "a different level of awesome" :-). The itch on a Phantom Limb... WOW.

    If you have not read V.S. Ramachandran' work, "Phantoms in the Brain" is a masterpiece. So is "A brief tour of Consciousness".

    Why do I suggest that you read VSR? Because it will help YOU understand your writing ;-)

    AnL

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  3. Anonymous16 January 2015 at 14:12

    Zoya - I can't help but keep coming back to the blog - to read and re-read, looking for a "favorable interpretation". Your rendition is stunningly beautiful. But it conveys to me as much as silence.

    I then remember the words of Elbert Hubbard, "He who does not understand your silence will probably not understand your words."

    So I wait in patience, content with your silence. One day, when you speak, I don't want to miss a word.

    AnL

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  4. Zoya Brar17 January 2015 at 20:38

    Thanks Aanchal... How come your blog isn't accessible anymore?

    AnL... I am glad you found this a good piece of literature... If you read it just that way without trying to understand what motivated it and instead use it to see what memories / emotions it evokes, then it would have solved it's purpose :)

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  5. Anonymous17 January 2015 at 22:40

    Einstein said about his quest for the unified theory, "I was only trying to understand God's thoughts; the rest is all detail.". I feel the same in my quest to understand your mind.

    AnL

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  6. Unknown28 January 2015 at 21:58

    Loved the part that says ' comprehending the words never meant to be yours.'.....just lovely!

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