Sometimes… 

The dance is always within us

Sometimes we forget the rhythm 

The song is always within us

Sometimes we forget the lyrics

The story is always within us 

Sometimes we forget the words

The answers are all within us

Sometimes we forget the questions

Everything that we need, is there

It’s just that, sometimes, we forget…. . . 
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Sometimes… 

The dance is always within us

Sometimes we forget the rhythm 

The song is always within us

Sometimes we forget the lyrics

The story is always within us us

Sometimes we forget the words

The answers are all within us

Sometimes we forget the questions

Everything that we need, is there

It’s just that we forget…. 

The Pressed Rose

Remember the joy of coming across a forgotten pressed Rose? A first Valentine memory or a beauty that one wanted to always remember….So one found a book of poetry or whatever it is that one was reading at that time and placed it between the pages and shut the book gently…
And there it lay, a pressed rose, exuding its fragrance and coaxing it into the aging pages of your cherished book, till one day, years later, you chance upon it once again and you drop everything to just sit and reminisce about that small yet beautiful moment in life…

One that came back on the delicate wings of a pressed rose.