"from-the-book-of-edward"タグの名言

We don't get the best of life everytime. Out of those, sometimes we have to stay with whatever life gave us and hope for the best. Because out of those sometimes, many times Just keeping the hope alive gives us the best of life.

Love is like a beautiful glass, transparent, precious and clear. Once broken, you can imagine how it looks. Can be fixed but it's never same again.

Cage It's a tear i want to shed, For the weathered roses that once was red, Today it's a decision want to make, To move on in life ignoring the fate, It's the promises i want to break, Because its a nightmare and i want to awake, It is the poem that don't rhyme, I don't know how, but things changed with the tides of time, It's the memories i want to forget, Now i am tired, no more i can regret, I'm the one, who feels alone in the crowd, I want to cry, run and shout out loud, Please leave me alone, relieve me from the pain, I am empty now, there is nothing more you can regain, Look at me and deep into my eyes, You will find the love that never dies,

Time takes everything away.

Technology is a wonderful thing, it brings everyone so closer that you can actually see the distance between them. The infinite distance.

Kabhi kabhi mujhe lagta hai, mushkil bada hai tujhko pana, Kabhi kabhi mujhe lagta hai, mushkil bada hai tujhe ye samjhana, Kabhi kabhi mujhe lagta hai, mushkil bada hai tujhe ye batana, Kabhi kabhi mujhe lagta hai, Bada hu pagal mein tera dewana, Kabhi kabhi mujhe lagta hai, Sabko chod kar bas tujhe hai apnana, Kabhi kabhi mujhe lagta hai, Rakh du kadmo mein tere sara ye zamana, Kabhi kabhi mujhe lagta hai, Bada hoga mushkil tere bina jee pana, Kabhi kabhi mujhe lagta hai, Kahin duniya bhula na de hamare pyaar ka ye afsana, Kabhi kabhi mujhe lagta hai, Har dard ko bhool bas tujhse hai rishta nibhana, Kabhi kabhi mujhe lagta hai, Teri har shikayat aur gum ko hai mujhe mitana, Kabhi kabhi mujhe lagta hai, Kabhi kabhi mujhe lagta hai

Story of my life I have a story, story of my life, Once a small boy, whose problems was rife, Of those long days, of those short nights, Fighting with my pals, studying in candle lights, Of that vunerable kid, whose life wasn't stable, who always believed in magic, and life is a fable, Of those small boy, who refused to weep, Even when it hurts, the pain was deep, Of those little eyes, of those big ears, Who hide behind his smile, his desires and his fears, Of those forgotten games, and lost toys, That once was his treasure, reason for rejoice, Of that empty corridoors and broken walls, That once was filled with stories and footfalls, Of that small boy, who now understands, Whatever happened was good, and with tides of time he withstands.