Memories never fade away,
Never melting into the dark.
Restraints forced into sway
Smother just its spark.
Tipped toward the earth
Is today’s harsh reality.
Launched toward the sky
Is yesterday’s lost vanity.
Sometimes time wanders along
In meandering, unending monotony.
Then memories awaken from beyond
The conscious mind’s soothing melody.
Love is best made and squandered.
Wars are best fought and regretted.
Beauty is best sought for and detested.
Life is best lived and remembered.
About Me
- vinod
- My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began, So is it now I am a man, So be it when I shall grow old Or let me die! The Child is father of the Man: And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety
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Memory is the greatest of artists, and effaces from your mind what is unnecessary
art is in creation. there is no art in effacing.
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