The life is like a tossed coin floated above, spinning around with ever changing faces—of joy and sorrow, success and failure, hope and despair, bonding and breaking up, cognisant and impulsive. None can bet on what it will show up at its eventual fall. Nevertheless, what it reveals may never carry more value in market transactions, but for its experiencing long hours of meaningful flight through the continuum, it gets the precious tag of wisdom affixed with; and that sets it straight to the treasure trove of human consciousness.
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The beginning is mysterious The end fascinates I see its flight The projectile of life…. The own dreams, follies and a few deeds...
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Only roses know the best of love And lips know the saddest lies So do I of a weird dream That bleeds but never dies The templ...
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"Kandale tumi more bhalobasar ghaye..." This is one of my most favourite songs of Tagore.... I have attempted to present its tr...
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Some faces never fade, Some moments never die; For a war-torn life, Those remain a symbol of peace. They sat—the man and the woman, sid...