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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342582" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Life's Gamble (Protagonist)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of a very old story<br>inside an ancient narration<br>Though it seems the lighting is imperfect, <br>reality is a game and<br>time, a great gambler.<br>One day we sat side by side<br>in the rush of a city<br>For a while our destinations ran the common lane.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Playing music in rusted strings<br>of a long forgotten vocabulary<br>we crossed the street.<br>Perhaps in opposite directions.<br>Our wrists faintly stumbled.<br>Your eyes were speaking, <br>Our steps were in a flight.<br>a bag hanged helplessly from my arm.<br>You had a wrist watch<br>which seemed to show some old time.<br>You must be quite nostalgic.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Strangers, let us go a bit farther<br>Still then forgetting all the common languages<br>we cannot get dressed in indifference.<br>This play will end us else.<br>Join hands so that the departure turns void<br>In rain a pain makes its way and<br>I welcome it with all beautiful spirits mixed in me.<br>Behind the window pane some lost day dreams<br>make their last appearance<br>as afternoon plays its flute.<br>And as the rain passes away<br>and the sky wakes up<br>Gazing into the blue horizon<br>it seems so are we created<br>this is the mystery of creation<br>this is the moment<br>with an unending but winged zeal to fly<br>we are but wingless.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With the seeking in eyes, heart and reasoning mind<br>nothing was empty in you.<br>And there was no stepping on fulfilment too.<br>This love for contrasts is sacred.<br>Love is just a feeling, just as you cross a street child.<br>What is his composition, is n't a verse of limitation? <br>Life has been defined by you in many ways, <br>words and many words are meaningless in the dictionary.<br>Though they had, they each had their moments.<br>Still in the ripples of night now a returning back echoes.<br>Now you love to random yourself.<br>You are randomly yours.<br>And some of you is a wanderer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Seasons have been walking through us.<br>These roads shall never speak of an introduction<br>neither a direction.<br>Suddenly like an unseen conjuring trick<br>everything changes, <br>or just it might be, a change is seen<br>that was always there.<br>Or that it wasn't a change itself.<br>An unfolding of static, ecstatic.<br>Inside the rush of a city, <br>walking with a bagful of dreams of flying<br>and an emptiness of being without wings<br>You, who crossed the street<br>faintly stumbling with my wrist yours<br>is a character just like me.<br>Whom, so long, I addressed as myself.<br>A play it is, undefined plot it is, life.<br>And time is a great gambler.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Aman+Saa">Aman Saa</a><div class=q>
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inside an ancient narration
Though it seems the lighting is imperfect, 
reality is a game and
time, a great gambler.
One day we sat side by side
in the rush of a city
For a while our destinations ran the common lane.

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