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The nights are no longer chilly...I can feel a warmth inside me..
I feel complete.....Those memories no longer gnaw at my insides...
A great sense freedom has somewhere .......Inspired my soul into an ecstatic
Idiosyncrasy...I can hear the twitter of those Little birds again..
I can see myself smiling...Its jubliance rather than joy that has engulfed me...
Its a passion of success....Whatever one might proclaim...Its a surge of devotion to something pure...The newer challenges of life can now keep me busy...
I cannot dump that past of mine..That i love so much..But can i not learn to live above it
A desire to rise...from the ashes...an inspiration to show them all..prove all of them wrong...
May be the omniscient is paying heed to those prayers...Its a new beginning , newer dawn...
the dusk of life has passed, and a new day has begun..with a new motive a purpose....
The mantra of going on..Is so superfluous...How can one..but one can rise..commit the mistakes and rectify them...That's the real test of nature...of my own soul...for above all ...I need to prove a fact or two to myself...
To savour myself to realise that all that i always though was true..It was the circumstances that always had something void to offer...
Cheers To Life....

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Butterfly said…
I agree!:-)
And Yeah, Cheers to Life!
May 31, 2008 at 4:07 PM
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