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Oct 2015
so much depends on the fun and laughter,
for the unending joy that keeps on rewinding
so much depends on ambition and zeal,
with a tad bit of pain and agony in between
so much depends on destiny and time,
the entwined distance that yearns to be covered
in between I stand
as I unwind those mesmerising threads
that surrounded me for  what seemed like an eon,
it melts my heart,
every thread is like a story of art,                         
I stand and stare,
It engulfs me with happiness so rare
Even with sublime forlornness everywhere,
I know for sure
times gone by are never going to return
Yet what is life without bundle of desires
for it's the magical memories that can keep you alive
Someday it will make sense
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Someday it will make sense  India
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