Life is not colourless. Is it ? Then what does make it colourful ?
Friends ! My journey is over ... It has been a wonderful ride so far . May be I have lost the battle May be I have sold my long cherished dream I am not that sad or tired as you may think . Nobody knows
Dream is a hope... it gives a reason to be alive tomorrow,
For hundreds of generations I walked on this earth, thousands of times I revolved around the universe, busy worshiping the unknowable Gods, seeking the blissbare of heaven against all odds. where is she?I need her healing touch. untill I mingle into her soul,I'll search...I'll search...
I have not slept for days... Whenever I tried to bedeemed recollections dances upon my mind. Splendid memoir of graceful childhood chance to gleam through the mist and ripples of time...over time!
O brotherhood!with a wistful smile I ask... Why did you loved us so much... 'Can you come again to us with all those snowy dreams?'
Everyone drinks From d mirage of lyf's desert
Great enthusiasm and angelic touch of diligent medicos Transform the magical bamboo-stick &carved stone into the magical reflection of the wonders of the world descended from heaven,transcending the celestial beauty Glorifies the mankind,perplexes integrity.
Who says you have walked away? How can sun rise without you and make my day?
Skillfully veiled beneath the compassionate mask, stolen is faith's unfazed gleam