dunia jisey kehtey hain
jadoo ka khilaona hai
mil jaye tou mitte hai
kho jaye tou sona hai
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the world we call it,
is a magic box
you have it, its dust.
you lose it, its gold
Still my eyes are soaring, I see ...all holes. The nothingness of it all, the point of no point. I cant fall free, I cant indulge, I cant feel the passion of life. the faces, the memories, the moments, the life, the dream, all seem ashes n dust. Except for the one being, the omnipresence, I see all black. My breath, my life, my soul all hanging up in space.
how will I fall for it? How will I live it till I live?
2 comments:
Food for thought:
But there is suffering in life, and there are defeats. No one can avoid them. But it's better to lose some of the battles in the struggles for your dreams than to be defeated without ever knowing what you're fighting for.
Paulo Coelho
rings a bell? naaa. :)if i dont know you then how come you do?
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