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“Woke up from a Nightmare, realised my Life is Made of Dreams of Sunshine anyway, so maybe the Balance was thus, Happinesses & Pain, Success & Failure, Good & Ugly and Everything in Between walking pass by only to Make Us Know that Nothing is Real, Not that Nightmare Not that Dream; then why do we Carry On I ask? Simply To Know, that We are Beyond All of This and Everything that Our Mind Perceives and Heart Feels, something of Stardust, something of Fire & Ice, of Stones & Greens, of Everything Dichotomous and Multifarious yet Unified in the One who watches it All, who Knows it All. …to dreams that turns into Nightmare, I greet you with a Smile anyway, I hold you warm in my heart anyway, I love you anyway.”

“You may cry out tears for misplacing your money, but you got to cry out blood if you have misplaced your dreams. Sadly, you may not even know the great deal of influence you loss when you misplace your dreams, so how will you cry for such a loss?”

“Woke up from a Nightmare, realised my Life is Made of Dreams of Sunshine anyway, so maybe the Balance was thus, Happinesses & Pain, Success & Failure, Good & Ugly and Everything in Between walking pass by only to Make Us Know that Nothing is Real, Not that Nightmare Not that Dream; then why do we Carry On I ask? Simply To Know, that We are Beyond All of This and Everything that Our Mind Perceives and Heart Feels, something of Stardust, something of Fire & Ice, of Stones & Greens, of Everything Dichotomous and Multifarious yet Unified in the One who watches it All, who Knows it All. To dreams that turn into Nightmare, I greet you with a Smile anyway, I hold you warm in my heart anyway, I love you anyway.”

“I may say that I have forgotten a certain thing. Partially false; it has just faded I know. Unintentionally that thing might have prick-ed me more than the other things that I might have let go. I will only understand its depth, if after years of persuasive erosions and new etch marks, I dream about you one fine night; having nothing to do with my present. Just some sweet-bitter memories might surface one day. And that one day I will regret and at the same time thank to have met you in my life.”

“To a heart that never gets tired. There's a whole lot of road, a path entirely mapped out with a bunch of pebbles, some already warmly enwrapped in your knapsack, while some lay wonderfully laden in your journey. A whole lot of people, a bunch of stars and a handful amount of time, do you find yourself alone? No, it cannot be yet you seek out company, in a blister of Hope, while all along something inside of you bathes in majestic solitude. Do you find peace? Rather do you seek peace? In a tangle of dreams, in a knot of illusions where would you walk? Which road, which path would you find yourself walking down the trail, is it the one that your soul yearns for or the one that is slithering through your mind, is it the one that your heart churns out from the vessel of lost time, or the Mirage of Time, in a mirror of passionate embers of your limitless soul. You walk by, you come close but let that walk you by, for dreams are but dead flowers when the spring gives in to winters of a sunset porch. And there but stands one fire, ignited through the countless stars dancing in a mad jest of a gypsy soul, a heart that never tires of its dreams softly kissing the stars of a distant paradise. So leads the way, where the journey unfolds in tiptoeing the vagabond mind, in decluttering all that is vapourised through the written pages of a story unwritten, to caress the pages yet to come, in a cocoon of a heart that never stops. Love & Light, always - Debatrayee”

“Temporary feelings of regret are a normal part of the mourning process. This helps us retrieve our lost dreams. If we hold on to regret, we risk trapping ourselves in a prison of unrealized dreams from which it is difficult to escape.”

“Without leaps of imagination, or dreaming, we lose the excitement of possibilities. Dreaming, after all, is a form of planning.”