Nostalgia splashes itself as the clock strikes one at night,
The mind starts visiting the souvenirs of the olden,
Echoing the contents of glee and melancholy,
Come a long way now,
Though a many yearned by the heart,
Though a many cursed by the heart,
Eyes of the universe knows the deeds of mine, 
Only realizations stay with the self,
A breeze of the mauve night greets by,
The door of the boggling past shrinks now,
Past flowered the present,
Future awaits its radiance from that road,
Present embarks on,
For nostalgia is a cycle.






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Describing oneself is a tough job, you secretly have so many characteristics and potent that its hard to have a good knowledge of your true self! But talking about likes,dislikes, hobbies and passion I would say that I'm a philharmonic person and I don't know what would have happened to me if not the world in the absence of such a divine force! I'm also an avid photographer and have a luck in playing the piano!! There are so many things that inspires me all the time but the list is never to end! I always consider myself as a spiritual person rather than a religious one because all the religions are going to end up at only one place and that is where our CREATOR lies,just like all the rivers end up at the sea. This is the first time that I will be giving a shot in the writing skill's area, I firmly believe that you should not die regretting, that having a scope you did not have a taste of what you wanted to TRY.

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