“The man who writes about himself and his own time is the only man who writes about all people and about all time.” - George Bernard Shaw
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
THEY ARE ONLY THOUGHTS MY LORD
It's been a while, a long while I haven't heard a good news. I wonder why all this happening?I don't find any answer and I can't complain. I just can't complain.
I recall my past, I find nothing in my basket.Baskets are empty. I don't know what I've asked and why did I asked. Well, I can't complain, I just complain .
It is a curse on my back and I don't know how long I will have to carry it. And i don't know for what reason i'm carrying. Yet,I can't complain, I just can't complain.
Far,a long way far, i see shadows of happy faces. I wish I could go there but I have to wait here, wait here for a reason. And I don't know what is that. And yet I can't complain, I just can't complain.
I see things I wish I have never seen.
It hurts I Want to shout aloud. Silly me forgets i'm just a piece of small stone, I don't have a voice. I can't complain,I just can't complain.
Sunday, June 17, 2012
True love
When you will love someone like a baby then you should know you love that some one truly from your heart.
P.S: Today I have realized how much I miss my wife and how much I love her.
P.S: Today I have realized how much I miss my wife and how much I love her.
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