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Someone spoke of a city without post office.
Someone was lost on a way without signposts.
Someone walked miles before the sunset.
Someone was laid to rest in restless suburb.
I follow these journeys in a web of images.
half formed, at times, conjured inspecifically
in a hurry to decipher the story not told, not hidden-
and in the process,
layering a tale which was never mine
to be told.
Yet I tell tales
strewn along the path
someone took and left behind
second hand experiences.
The pain, the pathos
the smiles and laughter,
even the seduction of senses,
strange encounters and
sultry familiarity of contours and landscapes
are borrowed astuteness.
My stories begin with the end
and walk backwards
exploring the foundations of present day mysteries
and yonder of the morrow-
What was
What could have
What should have been-
the maze keeps expanding,
the facts becoming stranger
the fiction getting richer
feeding tales of a life-
I live as someone else.
