That’s the thing about old friends. Instinct becomes your first and only language when emotions stay shrouded behind cooled gestures.
There are layers anew to peel off, bespoke of tense energy. But unexpectedly, a collision opens a floodgate of unspoken sentiments that simmer for an instant. Time goes back and in your heart you know that there can never be a second round. But you imagine a once over, desperate to pick out an alternative where barriers don’t need to be broken down, where your laugh is louder than the wind and the music isn’t a sanctum of restrained emotion.
But time doesn’t stop and the last vestiges of the sparks remain in the pointed scrawls lurking in the latent mind and the splinters of memories tinged with sepia.
So many nice images here…laughter louder than the wind…music isn’t a sanctum of restrained emotion. I hear your words and it is a pleasurable sound. We all have memories tinged with sepia. Short version: I love this.
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Wow Prajakta, so well put! I loved this, this colorful imagery, those memories that are tinged with sepia.
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As Cataracts Become Yellow Tinged
Yes.. Sepia Brown Photographs
Of Friendships Color then
Fade Yet There
Are Pastels
of HeART ReFuSinG
to Let Friendship Go Now
Painting With EYes Within
Seeing More Wind Than Friends Will..:)
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Wonderful, evocative writing. Old friends are one of life’s greatest pleasures.
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