For the Soul; Ears are dumb,Eyes are blind,Mind is a juggler.
Two conclusions follow, die a death, live a death.
Indeed you have what it takes to care like a mare, but can misters br one?
Immortality, thou art a chimerical bridesmaid of life.
One needs longing to live and enemies make one long for them.
She was finally owned up- it took death as a price for her being accepted.
Sameness of existence. Conformity is inevitable. So is search.
The words explain us all, each having a meaning in a meantime: every time for a lifetime.
Between us what it was? i couldn’t fathom, till she was gone.
History tells creativity is a result of Soul song.
What can a fallen star wish for, but it fulfills other’s wishes, is it not?
When the wound is fresh it hurts, more so when you are reminded to the hurt time and again
Karma has to be done, there is o way of escaping the world once one is in it.
That is what the opposites do, cross the swords invariably and unknowingly.
I was grown up long before the grown ups were the grown ups.