17 September : 12.46 AM
The Dreams I shall thy live by, The Hopes I shall thy win,
Here I standalone still thee, again Searching Quest of my Life!
It wasn't long back when serendipitous life had vivid meanings and like a baby I tried to touch and feel every color. Not knowing what will I paint or will get colored in it all. My eyes were gleaming yet sparkles in the twinkles did not know how to fly by. It lasted long with every will. With every breath it filled the hopes and quenched the thirst. Nevertheless, the joy of life is meaningless until it meets the endlessness in the while.
Why so much of metaphors, why so much of whim! I will soon find the words to pin it down. My quest was unknown yet it felt not so long, but amateur dreams are blown like as if the mountain rust. Living in between two worlds has puzzled us all; one the self we may call it, the rest is other all. A story that I had in last Ten years, is about to trend. Like the Arjuna who knew all skills to the fight but refused till the end, here Time once again ponders me to a new Mahabharat for my self. Quest to search soul has already begun.
What make my introduction, have no particular meaning at all. Friends, Love, Solitude, Respect and the World apart are all the names to the little lie that how plural we are in this "Singleton Life". The rhymes are just the part of what I felt in the journey of this mysterious life. Queer is that the best things I found were that I actually never found and amazing were the things I lost to time. What remained of me now is the quest of my life. Happily I wonder if i will win against my oddest stars or will the searching soul finds its' soul quenching never ending waterfall.
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looking forward to one more new day with some new thoughts....
The Dreams I shall thy live by, The Hopes I shall thy win,
Here I standalone still thee, again Searching Quest of my Life!
It wasn't long back when serendipitous life had vivid meanings and like a baby I tried to touch and feel every color. Not knowing what will I paint or will get colored in it all. My eyes were gleaming yet sparkles in the twinkles did not know how to fly by. It lasted long with every will. With every breath it filled the hopes and quenched the thirst. Nevertheless, the joy of life is meaningless until it meets the endlessness in the while.
Why so much of metaphors, why so much of whim! I will soon find the words to pin it down. My quest was unknown yet it felt not so long, but amateur dreams are blown like as if the mountain rust. Living in between two worlds has puzzled us all; one the self we may call it, the rest is other all. A story that I had in last Ten years, is about to trend. Like the Arjuna who knew all skills to the fight but refused till the end, here Time once again ponders me to a new Mahabharat for my self. Quest to search soul has already begun.
What make my introduction, have no particular meaning at all. Friends, Love, Solitude, Respect and the World apart are all the names to the little lie that how plural we are in this "Singleton Life". The rhymes are just the part of what I felt in the journey of this mysterious life. Queer is that the best things I found were that I actually never found and amazing were the things I lost to time. What remained of me now is the quest of my life. Happily I wonder if i will win against my oddest stars or will the searching soul finds its' soul quenching never ending waterfall.
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looking forward to one more new day with some new thoughts....
