in those sudden moments of Melancholia
just like rivers start to flow
without knowing their estuary
thoughts start digging up shadows of the past

drifting away on such a journey
every second another train is departing
to those far away places
hideaways from daily worries

movies keep on playing
on the screen of the mind
some in black and white
some in the brightest of colors

this scenic road of memories
leading through narrow serpentine curves
across steep ocean cliffs
going nowhere

those voices of the past
full of apathy towards the future
reaching out like lonely sounds
in the silence of a cold winter night

waking up in reality again
we usually retrieve ourselves
queuing again in the rows of normality

surrounded by the run of
humanity and its pursuits
carrying on as usual


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