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THE QUINTESSENTIAL LIFE: October 2012
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Find your way home. Wednesday, October 31, 2012. The Fall and Rise. Marked and scarred for eternal sacrifice. Yet happiness is laboured as perfect disguise. The scent of dreams infused in life. Coronated by apathy, a walk towards demise. Prosecuted in marshlands, the lights die. Somehow the fire in water survives. Annhilating disgrace and crossing swords with time. The pretenses, the wait on the edge of rise. Calmly they fall, meeting their end in mirror of skies. The dreams live on, enduring every vice!
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THE QUINTESSENTIAL LIFE: January 2014
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Find your way home. Thursday, January 9, 2014. The days of dependence and independence. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). You may say Im a dreamer. And Im not the only one. View my complete profile. Some really wonderful people. The days of dependence and independence. The Art of Imperfect Sleeping with Sofy Bodyfit Overnight. Excerpts from a lesson in humility. A Walk To Remember. Switching Off Our Life for few moments. You make me happy ,very happy So happy that I can barely say.
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THE QUINTESSENTIAL LIFE: January 2012
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Find your way home. Thursday, January 5, 2012. Sometimes in tranquility,. I try to find myself. But then noise is pondered upon. For silence perished many,. Their thoughts were always bound. Revive the desires of heart. Cause voice is the only buoy. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). You may say Im a dreamer. And Im not the only one. View my complete profile. Some really wonderful people. The Art of Imperfect Sleeping with Sofy Bodyfit Overnight. Excerpts from a lesson in humility. A Walk To Remember.
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THE QUINTESSENTIAL LIFE: Beyond the glass...
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Find your way home. Thursday, September 4, 2014. Http:/ www.thehindu.com/todays-paper/tp-features/tp-metroplus/city-of-contrasts/article5373030.ece. I think of the kids again, and feel overwhelmed and also confused. They looked happy somehow. Perhaps, their noses have accepted the pungent smell and their hearts have allowed them to believe that this is their Holy Ganges, maybe enough to cleanse their destiny. Perhaps. September 4, 2014 at 4:32 AM. Gaurav: Thank you :). September 4, 2014 at 4:59 AM.
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THE QUINTESSENTIAL LIFE: June 2012
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Find your way home. Sunday, June 10, 2012. The wind like an enchantress. Weaves magic in her hair. The heavy steps she takes. Crossing the line between rough and fair. Unconditional love she carries in her heart. Whilst towards lies she is beckoned. Will her man rise to claim her? With whose memories her heart is adorned. No gain, no loss, infinite longing. And a bridge old and rotten. Yet she yearns to be fooled again. By that face never forgotten. The lilies bloom, brightened by her gaze.
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THE QUINTESSENTIAL LIFE: The days of dependence and independence
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Find your way home. Thursday, January 9, 2014. The days of dependence and independence. Shayan iz online now frnzzzz. Great yr,tussi cha gye dear :-). January 10, 2014 at 7:44 AM. Thank you shayan.you know what is more important than using your talent? Its the feeling you get when somebody appreciates it :). January 10, 2014 at 10:19 AM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). You may say Im a dreamer. And Im not the only one. View my complete profile. Some really wonderful people. A Walk To Remember.
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THE QUINTESSENTIAL LIFE: Longing
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Find your way home. Sunday, June 10, 2012. The wind like an enchantress. Weaves magic in her hair. The heavy steps she takes. Crossing the line between rough and fair. Unconditional love she carries in her heart. Whilst towards lies she is beckoned. Will her man rise to claim her? With whose memories her heart is adorned. No gain, no loss, infinite longing. And a bridge old and rotten. Yet she yearns to be fooled again. By that face never forgotten. The lilies bloom, brightened by her gaze.
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THE QUINTESSENTIAL LIFE: October 2014
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Find your way home. Thursday, October 30, 2014. Your wish is NOT my command! Expectations, the savage demands imposed on each one of us. Expectations to be met, expectations to be hushed. Some expect me to be a conformist. But I don't wish to be. Because rules never made much sense to me. Some expect me to be a master of all trades. But I cannot be. Because I never really sought perfection, knowing that the best people always keep learning. Some expect me to be the diamond in the rough. But I do not agree.
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THE QUINTESSENTIAL LIFE: The Fall and Rise
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Find your way home. Wednesday, October 31, 2012. The Fall and Rise. Marked and scarred for eternal sacrifice. Yet happiness is laboured as perfect disguise. The scent of dreams infused in life. Coronated by apathy, a walk towards demise. Prosecuted in marshlands, the lights die. Somehow the fire in water survives. Annhilating disgrace and crossing swords with time. The pretenses, the wait on the edge of rise. Calmly they fall, meeting their end in mirror of skies. The dreams live on, enduring every vice!
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THE QUINTESSENTIAL LIFE: September 2014
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Find your way home. Thursday, September 4, 2014. Http:/ www.thehindu.com/todays-paper/tp-features/tp-metroplus/city-of-contrasts/article5373030.ece. I think of the kids again, and feel overwhelmed and also confused. They looked happy somehow. Perhaps, their noses have accepted the pungent smell and their hearts have allowed them to believe that this is their Holy Ganges, maybe enough to cleanse their destiny. Perhaps. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). You may say Im a dreamer. And Im not the only one.