At times,we act insane and just expect miracles to happen to stones which havent moved since years,leave aside turning them to gold. But madness has a deadline with it.Soon,very soon.The deadline has crossed twice,but am too silly to accept it.When you realise that you have been writing about similar things since ages now,what does it indicate?Craziness?Dedication?Day dreaming? Who knows.But i dont wish to say,neither do i wish to think at all and lose the moment.Dreams-where have they gone?Sublimed.Changed forms or maybe mind is too preoccupied to think about dreams,as if they are fulfilled all the times.One more news!Eternity-Ahh,i wasnt prepared for it!No other choice either.Vision,they say can move mountains,i agree.No expectations and just the present is a good life minus dreams.I am ready for the good life! Love,it exists?Rare.Its a wind, a westerly wind which keeps moving away from you till it just bursts like a storm upon you,one fine bright sunny day when you least expected it.Words,are they a mandate? Not when you and he/she understands silence.What if they dont?Dont bother,they wont even understand your words either!! :) Destiny- bow!Beauty-sells like heaven.Looks-kill most of the times.Sane- few of them.Attitude-Is in nowhere except mind.World-is beautiful and interesting.People- are all so good,you just need right eyes.Impossible-is not nothing!Smile- to stay apart from the crowd.Live on-each moment to make your life bful.Conversations-are memorable.Passions-smiles.Love-maybe exists.Life- is such a mystery.
Ride- the only bike which takes you high in the sky,to the world where you always wanted to be..;)
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