Timekeepers

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How do you know that you are alive
And not the spirit of a nomad woman
Driving you to restlesness
Pushing you outside the gates?

How do you know these scars are yours
And not the injuries of a warrior
Whose soul still bleeds inside you
And pulls you to distant battlefields?

How do you know that you are alive
And not the ghost of a spurned lover
Wandering the streets unsatisfied
In search of a long lost love?

How do you know this is your life
And not the afterlife of another
Whose life you often dream of
Whose ambitions you struggle to fulfill?

How do you know these memories are yours
And not scenes from the life of another
Who lived a life too similar
Who walked into the light too soon?

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About Aditi

My thoughts are who I am and I am what my thoughts make me.
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