Friday, November 2, 2012

Time continuum


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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16 comments:

  1. nice...love the colours of the sky...and the music...transporting me a bit right now as well...good morning...

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  2. Sounds like November to me!
    Loved your 55 My Friend
    You always come up with a creative piece of work.
    Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End

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  3. Been there, recently...yesterday, in fact.

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  4. Loved the use of word--'Trance-ported' ! The language simply embellishes the context...Well done, Deepak!

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  5. "Trance-ported"...wonderfully thoughtful!!

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  6. great ! could almost feel it !

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  7. "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
    Have you a TRULY BLESSED WEEK!!!
    hugs
    shakira

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  8. concrete mixers... I hate that sound! But glad you could zone in and trance-port yourself. :)

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