Constant whirring of concrete mixers drowns
the chirping of the homing birds. The setting sun paints the sky in fascinating
colours. A sense of melancholy sets in and the mind starts the documentary of a
time gone by. I can hear the soft music play in the background. And then
nothing else matters. Am Trance-ported
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nice...love the colours of the sky...and the music...transporting me a bit right now as well...good morning...
ReplyDeleteThank You Brian. Goood morning!
DeleteSounds like November to me!
ReplyDeleteLoved your 55 My Friend
You always come up with a creative piece of work.
Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End
Thank you G-Man!
DeleteLIKED THE POETRY IN PROSE.
ReplyDeleteThank you Uppal
DeleteBeen there, recently...yesterday, in fact.
ReplyDeleteGlad you could relate!
DeleteLoved the use of word--'Trance-ported' ! The language simply embellishes the context...Well done, Deepak!
ReplyDelete"Trance-ported"...wonderfully thoughtful!!
ReplyDeleteThank you Amit
Deletegreat ! could almost feel it !
ReplyDeleteThank you TTT
Delete"The setting sun paints the sky in fascinating colours.","the documentary of a time gone by" and "Am Trance-ported"...these lines are MIND BLOWING, magical and totally brilliant. Magiceye, I bow to you!!! Bravo for a brilliant 55! Your words are so poetic yet so easy to comprehend hence fully appreciated. I LOVE IT! Mine is here
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shakira
Thank you so much Shakira!
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concrete mixers... I hate that sound! But glad you could zone in and trance-port yourself. :)
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