Blinded by love, struck by reality; there is no escape, is there?

Beauty once was in the eye of the beholder.

Is the past something we can defect or it something we come to terms with?

The past paints words memories can only utter,
the present hums an inner pain that lingers forever after.

Every day is new day
so began with fresh thinking...... forget the past...... you will always succeed.......

True hero is not who is with you in your happy times but, it's the one who offers you food when you are hungry ....... by starving him self.....

They tell you to be yourself then they judge you for it .

What can I say, I blinked and life passed me by!

Lost moment is lost for ever.

Life is not bed of rose