“We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.” ? Anaïs Nin
sand continues to fall
mind continues to trip
opening both palms I see
heart, life, wayward fate lines
knowing what I now know
nostalgia loses sheen somewhat
illusions however refuse to fizzle
faith in own heart’s overtures
stay supreme even today
some lessons will be
declined till dying day
why not
after all Life
is a smokescreen
of “maya”
isn’t it?


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