times the bright and soft colours suddenly dissapear leaving behind just the
black and white . . .
Still we live, watching those dry colours without the essance of
liveliness . . .then we could only hesitate and say that, "once I was full of colours...!"
8 comments:
You are a keralite and don't like any Malayalam movie how's that
hey da poem unconditional love is da best in da list
Yuck!!!! ... wat nonsense is this ??? avidennum evidennum copy adichu aaarkum ezhutrhaaam ... veliyaa kaaryam onnum illa !!
Mmmm, it's our attitude that decides whether our life is full of colors or not... and perhaps, may be fate..
Well well you are in love with the raindrops.You have posted something which describes your depth
ya shobna...im in love with rain...then how cudnt i b with rain drops..?
The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference.
The opposite of art is not ugliness, it's indifference.
The opposite of faith is not heresy, it's indifference.
And the opposite of life is not death, it's indifference.
wow great thought yaar...
abhi.... u rock man
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