moments
drop
on the drawing board of life
like Scrabble alphabets
to be assembled
fashioned
and presented
to make sense
I let them be
thoughts scattered
all over consciousness
writing weird stories
granting entry
to unforeseen characters
and situations
in the limited world
of human memory
imagination
-if not channelled
or misspelt
-becomes the pride
of minds on borderlines
of social acceptability
they may break barriers
to enter civilized worlds
or decimate on margins
unseen, unknown
unrecognized
unmourned

I like the comparison to tiles dropping down to life events. It’s just so random, and we have to make the best of it. If not, then we remain unseen. Well done, Reena!
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Thank you, Susi!
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You’re welcome, Reena!
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Nicely done Reena
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Thanks!
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My pleasure
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