December 8, 2011
By Baani BRONZE, Karnal, Other
Baani BRONZE, Karnal, Other
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Favorite Quote:
Art is long, and time is fleeting
And our hearts though stout and brave
Still, like muffled drums are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.

Each teardrop that trickles down some cheek has an endless series of memories and emotions attached to it. It’s not a careless droplet falling out of an eye but an eternity of sensitivity, an age of expression. It’s a part of one’s hearts, diluted with fragments of the soul, withering away due to negligence. It is a result of a tireless era of self-restraint, a period of holding back, being unnaturally strong finally giving way to disintegration, pouring out debris of hope. It is a reflection of shattered dreams, broken promises. It is a downpour of shredded trust. All in all, it’s a whole world put together to let fall to pieces.

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