July 23, 2011
By kayas BRONZE, Kathmandu, Other
kayas BRONZE, Kathmandu, Other
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Favorite Quote:
Each man kills the things he loves.
There is nothing so powerful as the truth and nothing so strange.
It is easier to fight for ones principles than to live up to them.
Life is not a problem to be solve, but a reality to be experienced.
In theory, there is no difference between theory and practice but in practice, there is.
One never notice what has been done; one can only see what remains to be done.
Remember that not getting what you want is sometimes a wonderful stoke of luck.
Not everything that can be counted counts, and not everything that counts can be counted.
The roots of education are bitter but the fruits are sweet.
They always talk who never thinks

Dreams that a make is not the way I live,
the way I live is nap numb by attribe
Grable morning, night squeezes heart eyes burns moon lite
Moon lite evanesce my feeling and mute who I might

light shining out of darkness, on set the glorious sun
En route my dreams are not bonanza matinee
ne plus utter, I carry; tears heart en rapport
tableau is nothing orchid, is no more spot

Once I used to dream but now I don't seem
My feelings onerous for nestle, close eyes and orchestra beem
per Diem i left my locus hiding face grope
finish my novelty, sleep nether in and deep my soul.

The author's comments:
This part of poem describes about dreams one sees in hisher eyes. But it's not that every dream comes true...

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