Another calendar gets ready to walk down the staircase, slowly and silently to the basement.
Will it be surprised to meet others of its own ilk, separated by digits. I guess not, for they’ve always been interlinked – stories, thoughts and ideas are not separated by numbers.
The imposed frameworks of dates relegate them to graveyards, or bins of history.
The future that celebrates itself with a bang at midnight is not sure if they will never pop out again – skeletons, secrets and good deeds.
Did you say ‘good deeds’ …… don’t you want your good Karma to stay with you?
Reena Saxena 
If only one could pick & choose the karma that trots after us, as we go along life’s road!
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What is mindfulness? 😀😀
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Indeed we do! Though “the good is oft interred.”
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Thank you, Dora!
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Brilliant! I love the imagery.
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Thank you so much!
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Most welcome, Reena!
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Love the imagery invoked in this poem ❤️
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Thank you so much, Aboli!
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You’ve created a vivid image of calendars walking down the basement and perhaps interacting with each other 👍🏼
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Thank you, Sadje! If it is true that people meet on the other side, they must be meeting the ones they’ve wronged or helped or replaced ☺️
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Perhaps that would be so.
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I like how the staircase they’re walking is to the basement.
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Stairs go both up and down 😀
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Whenever I read Karma I have a cartoon in my mind. With two dogs of the same breed. Beads wear signs around the neck. On the one hand “May karma don’t bite your ass!” On the other “My name is Karma”! Lol xx Michael
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