at every corner
of every street
there are leftovers
of sweet memories
I reach out
scoop some
in my palms
they slip from
between my fingers
stare at me long
a quick walk down
the lane left behind
rolling happily
in the sands of time
soon winds of past
blow them all away
I run after them
like a child at play
~~~~~
Ramè: (Balinese) something that is both joyful and chaotic at the same time.
~~~~~
Asha Seth
Asha Seth 
Lovely
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Thank you!
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The memories of time and place that can be conjured by a scent or something familiar can be a joyous – although not always – thing. Such things make us feel young again, a different world to our adult lives.
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And when those lost worlds are conjured again, you either wish to be a part of them or choose to leave them behind, not that you have much of a choice if you want to forget about them altogether.
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This is true, although some of those worlds can be interesting to speculate on, what if things went a different way and so on.
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Yes, that gives my mind something more to think about and some more thoughts to write around.
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Loved it!❤️
Easily Relatable.
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Thank you, Anjali. I am glad!
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Beautiful ☺️
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Thank you, Swetha.
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Love the madness and enthusiasm in this poem…pure passion and this picture is so beautiful, Asha.
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Your thoughts always lead me to the facts that I may have overlooked in my own writings. I so love that about your perspectives.
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Very nicely penned, can relate with it very deeply.
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Thank you, Jyotirmoy.
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Thank you! you made me recall many memories of my own childhood!
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I am so glad, Sir. Although, I hope those were happy ones my words led you to. 🙂
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Oooo this is lovely. Wonderful story telling, fantastic word choice
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Thanks, Kayla. You say the best things and motivate me just how!
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