RetrouvaillesA Poem by PratikThere's an opposite to déjà vu. They call it jamais vu. It's when you meet the same people or visit places, again and again, but each time is the first. Everybody is always a stranger. Nothing is ever familiar.”- Chuck Palahniuk (Choke)
Evening summary - Bee buzz, Blue-grey Marlboro smoke, Polished nails sticking out As they softly tinkle their Pinot Noir glasses.
Vulpine flashes- sneaky and hermetic, Crafting through the madness - and mine met too. Alas! Clandestine cognizance can be a rocky affair.
Where was it? Ah! Rack your brains! Alexandra’s wedding in '94? The blonde in Pillbox hat and French netting? Nope! 1981-Stockholm Airport! We had our times, didn't we? 5 am dinners - and yes! That Norfolk coast country trip! Now don’t spill out the rest beneath the sheets!
“ Easy now! Those chapped beads of the coral tiara! They are hurting my groin - take it off ”
The trance wears off……
“ 53, Seventh Floor, The Marriott I will see you around. ” © 2012 PratikAuthor's Note
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Added on September 29, 2012Last Updated on September 29, 2012 AuthorPratikRaleigh, NCAboutHello! I am Pratik Mukherjee from Calcutta, India - the city of Mother Teresa and the famous poet Tagore. My pen name is Aaran, a variant of the word 'Aran' and derived from the Aran Islands, a gro.. more..Writing
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