With time I grew, with time I learned,
With time I faltered, with time I earned.
With time I saw this world,
I loved it, I hated it.
But when I closed my eyes and let time pass by,
I saw a light…
And that was insight.
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Intelligence is something which everyone is born with…its wisdom which we have to earn.
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Who knows whats on the other side of mountains…I know. Its glory, pride, honor for the men who toils worth their blood, They are the men who face the wind, gory of nature…and walk bare feet. Come with all your might…because here are the men who talk to none but their death.
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Man needs every second thing to fulfill his ego, and rest are used to destroy others ego.
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There is no such phrase as, normal beautiful girl. Beautiful girl will either be dumb else sassy.
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Beauty is the perfect deception, and at the end man owes nothing but deception to himself.
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Understanding love is nothing but performing psychological autopsy.
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Hearts of glass are brittle, and roses of gold costly.
This is under, the tag of ‘Kax Originals’ this tag will constitute the one liners, two liners or for that multi liners statements which will always be free for your own interpretations but will somehow tell you a very sublime thing. They are nothing but sayings from me.
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He,has seen the very truth of our existence and researched on it with more guile than even Yamraj, always steering away from the death. It was another such morning, and he was walking in garden seeing everyone as body not filled with life but in thoughts that he might see them lying lifeless in front of him, all pale and cold, no smile. no tears nothing. He had seen every possible kind of death possible and postmartumed every kind of body, even the bodies where there was not a body but many bodies lying together, in pieces.
He was an intelligent single child and indulged himself in puzzles of every sort, but his favorite were jigsaw puzzle, where pieces are problem as well as solution. He need not bring solution by solving an equation, or by following an algorithm, but he could go randomly and put any piece first and then add others side by side. But there were still pieces in his life which he could not join together. His life was still an unsolved jigsaw. He was 10 when he saw her mother dying in front of him, he could not do anything, he was too weak to handle her mom when she fas falling. He steered away to save himself from the falling weight of her mothers body. He still holds himself responsible for her mother leaving him, though he now know, he learned it just after 4 years of his mothers death that it was a heart attack and not her falling down that caused her death, and he probably could not have done anything.
As her mother was falling down, he knew that there was something wrong, that he might not see her again alive, walking by watching the pain and fear in her eyes. He still remembered the way she outstretched her hand for him and how he rushed for it when he was, as he thought, the most intelligent thing to do, calling his dad; and couldn’t get to the falling body and a falling hand.
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He sat there, still, patting lightly on her mothers head, that was the way she used to give her relief. But he always reacted with a smile or some other facial expression which were absent on her mothers face. It was having gloomy look, which was not going to change and would turn into more hollow, by the time his father will arrive with doctors. They came, they sighed and his father cried, but he didnt. He some how knew it already that she was dead.
It took four long years to bring him out of depression, his father didnt married again and he didnt had a normal relationship with any of his peers. He turned more eccentric. He moved more towards death. He was always good in studies whether it be maths or science, he just scored 100 every where probably because he didnt had any other thing to do. He was a son of a rich father. Though he came out of depression and thoughts of her mother death but her mother never left her, she was always there, in her dreams, in her life just like a bright light, some where inside was also a feelingthat he could have saved her if he would have been much stronger, and result was a gym in home. He excercised, studied and made his life only his. He then got into medical stream and chose a path which not many selected and that was the path of studying the deads. He didnt remember how many dead bodies had passed thorugh his knife, he didt remembered how many pieces he might have cut to understand the death, the cause of death. Still there was one thing that always intrigued him, how a body become so lifeless once the breath stops. And once the bodu is dead no forced breathing can restore the life. Why…why did his mother left her…he will understand death…he will live with death…he will comprehend the death.
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