Foregone stories.

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I don't have that heavy camera

With flashlights in front

Emitting dazzling flashes that leaves

The eyes of the subject of exposure

Into dreamy land of oblivion 

For a few moments,

Before 

It turns the scenery along with

The excited humans in it

Into a more intangible yet tangible 

Mode of transportation

Through times and memory restrictions.

.

Instead I have a more sophisticated

Means of communication

That allows me to

Preserve relevant moments, and irrelevant ones too,

Into small and concise representation

Of my memories of those fleeting reverberation.

.

Yet, I find my fingers searching for

A better depiction

Of the stories that I experienced

And memories that are still vivid

In the corner of my grey matters.

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The faculties of my mind never fail to remind the power they possess, in abundance of life;

The eyes that see and the mind that stores,

Always pointing out memories,

Even when I had myself convinced of their omissions from mental grounds.

- Raj Nandani.