It is all about numbers. It is all about sequence. It's the mathematical logic of being alive. If everything kept to its normal progression, we would live with the sadness-cry and then walk-but what really breaks us cleanest are the losses that happen out of order.
Car Dilaonga,
Gold Ke Dher Laga Dunga...
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Girl:" Accha Ye Batao Shaam Ko Park Aao Gey Kya ??
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Boy:" Haan Agar Dost Ney Bike De Di To... :P :D
Dweller in yon dungeon dark, Hangman of creation, mark! Who in widow weeds appears, Laden with unhonoured years, Noosing with care a bursting purse, Baited with many a deadly curse?
Chaahat Ke Yeh Kaise Afsane Huye,
Khud Nazron Mein Apni Begane Huye,
Kisi Bhi Riste Ka Khayal Nahi Mujhe,
Ishq Mein Tere Is Kadar Diwaane Huye…
By :
Nitish
My peers, lately, have found companionship through means of intoxication - it makes them sociable. I, however, cannot force myself to use drugs to cheat on my loneliness - it is all that I have - and when the drugs and alcohol dissipate, will be all that my peers have as well.
Some positive persisting fops we know, Who, if once wrong, will needs be always so; But you with pleasure own your errors past, And make each day a critique on the last.
No poet, no artist of any art, has his complete meaning alone. His significance, his appreciation is the appreciation of his relation to the dead poets and artists. You cannot value him alone; you must set him, for contrast and comparison, among the dead.
My life had come to a sudden stop. I was able to breathe, to eat, to drink, to sleep. I could not, indeed help doing so; but there was no real life in me.