Memories of what is and what is not

some memories of events are graphic even if they never occurred

coming as if from another life, another century

heart strings are leashed together across caste, creed or color

ignorant of the glare of incomprehensible gasps, murmur and even hatred

but like water that never forgets its course

the all knowing life nudges you to where you belong

pushing you through vales and highs of pain and pleasure

flowing past you through death after death in continuum.

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