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There are so many separations in life, so many deaths, what is the point of returning? Whom belongs

Whom in this world ?

Rabindranath tagore

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Alas, river flow, alas youth, alas time, alas world, you can only go forward - the road on which you scatter the gold and jewels of your memories, that road you never look back on. Only the human heart looks behind, the eternal world never turns to look that way.

Rabindranath tagore, Broken Nest

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Even so,my memory has grown increasingly dim,and I have forgotten many number of things. Writing from memory like this,I often feel a pang of dread. What if I've have forgotten the most important thing?. What if somewhere inside me there is a dark limbo where all truly important memories are heaped and slowly turned into mud?. But that as it may, its all i have to work with. Clutching these faded ,fading imperfect memories to my breast,I go on writing this book with all the desperate intensity of starving man sucking on bones.

Once long ago, when I was still young, when the memories where far more vivid than now, I tried to write about her. But I couldn't produce a line. I knew that if that first line would come, the rest would pour itself into the page, but I could never make it happen. Everything was too sharp and clear, so I could never tell were to start-the way a map that shows too much can sometimes be useless. Now, though I realize that all I can place in the imperfect vessel of writing are imperfect memories and imperfect thoughts. The more the memories of Naoko inside me fade, the more deeply I am able to understand her.

Nowargeinwood

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But that life, that time,

Seems like a dream now,

Even to me,

Like some long- dissolved rumour.

Khaled hosseini

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Govardhan.N

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You want to see a very bad man ?. Make an ordinary man successful beyond his imagination.

Let's see how good he is when he can do whatever he wants.

Min Jin le

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Lets march along

I have a dream,So does you my friend

That make us smile, even in the rain of Tears

Amidst the tearing thunders,Make us chuckle at our own upsets

and laugh out loud till belly aches.

For we know, the striking thunders , be the boons that nourish our vale of dreams

And The rain of tears, will bloom the rainbows of joy.

Lets trod along,and march past the thorns and trenches.

For the wounds of today, be the battle scars of our glory ; the blood flowers that writes our tales

Lets Smile in dream, of the vibrant days and starry nights, when the divine smile upon us.

To not waver off, nor wither away,

For the ones who have passed on to the gods,

Still Live in us, will live on, and so we march..

Govardhan .N

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When I stood in the sea

Shore ,all the waves were

Coming for me. To hug

and to tickle my legs ,

and that rare feeling of sand,

the rhythmic movement of hair

falling to my face and when I

looked up, all I could see was

the pink sky with glittering star's.

And yes I could remember, I was

Smiling the whole time.

I looked up to the end of the ocean

to see where the waves belong ?

Where is their home?

How hard I reached to look

to capture the view, all I

Could see was the endless sky.

Maybe the other side hides

all the secrets I want to know.

Gopika

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There are a lot of human experiences that challenge the limits of our language. That's one of the reasons that we have poetry.

Ava Dellaira

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Murakami

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Not forever does the bulbul sing

In the balmy shades of bowers

Not forever lasts the spring

Nor ever blossom flowers

Not forever reigneth joy,

Sets the Sun on days of bliss,

Friendships not forever last,

They know not life,who know not this

Khushwant singh

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Hello December

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Michelle Obama

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Somewhere in life

There must be someone

To take your hand

And share the torrid day.

Without the touch of friendship

There is no life and we must fade away.

Ruskin bond

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