The past now exists only in memories; the present reality is too grim to survive. I attempt to throw off the pain accumulated over the years, the virus of our disillusionment. Recalling memories make us somber, shedding silent tears, sharing the pain & pleasure of the past glory. My mind is crowded with the ghosts of yesteryear and my ears echo with the sound of voices of the people long lost in time.
A sultry emotional rebellion filled my veins as my dreams burst into flames of passion , why did we keep our love trapped in our hearts, confined like a prisoner in a solitary cell without expressing our love, which was wanting to escape. Like the eternal dreamer I seek vainly to find form and shape to fit my ethereal vision. Now when my hair has turned grey, my memories turning to ashes, I impose upon myself a wanton amnesia!-Vinay-
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