Heard somewhere that love is blind. I truly wish it were! If it were not see to t that a million imaginations would not get lost. The dreams are like scintillating star that can also power the reality at times. It indeed comes easily to half-aroused intellgence and becomes hopelessly shattering at the final awakening. Decades have changed and so have our ways of loving. However, in each of the ages it has been as intense if one does not look through the eyes of a cynic. Life is not despondent and is an expression of love that engenders happiness. Opposite values are complimentary to each other and similar values are symmetric. And tis our faith too Mr. Wordsworth that every flower enjoys the air it breathes.
The darling winter is back again. It can be hypothermic but so is love. Chills our heart to extreme severity. Ah,you are no longer in physical periphery and you almost vanish in the mudane anxities of earning our daily bread. But you come frequently to remind of a world beyond a parallel self wthout the need of pelf. And more things are wrought by prayers than this world dreams of!!!
Friday, October 30, 2009
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