Sometime some of your action becomes the past, but is never forgotten by you althrough your life. If we could unwound some of those knots, some of those pandoras secret, grapevine, no-one knows..
If it was true, you would have lived your life.
If it had happened, you could have survived the scorching heat of sorrow.
If it were the one, the one untrodden path, you had taken...
YES !! the pastures untraveled are greener because you never know what near the horizon or what is on the other side of the mountain.
In the journey of life, the path untrodden, never be retraced
Love is deceit, not deceit of heart, because no one can cheat love
It showers on those, who close their ears and eyes
and know to accept all, as a shortest distance between two hearts.
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