Its hard to define life and its harder to define death. But these are the two lovers of man loving him from eternity to eternity. Only the hearts of poet and soldier can love both his lovers equally in complete detachment.
The colors in my memory,
Pour out from my eyes,
The words left on my lips unspoken,
Have lost their meaning in time..
Those times are over,
Those people have left,
Those fragrances are gone,
Those moments are dead,
So evanescent is this life,
And it never cease,
And I'm just another wave,
On the surface of the sea..
- Vikramaditya
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