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She is my mother, sometimes he is a son
where i am all and all is one…
loving all as mother and treating one as son
accepting all rejecting no one…

if thee exist i can not how can i be…

Sunrise is also beautiful as sunset is.

currency of life are different
my life
not telling or giving any commandments

only coins exist paper is also 2 faced can not be one faced like a coin but i love coin…

coin with freedom and learning as faces
coin with time and existence as its faces
coin with beggar and emperor as it faces

3 are enough
now 2 hands are required too a hand of faith and a hand of love
hope is not in my dictionary. why i will hope only if i am not sure about my choices.

In the end there is no end as there was no beginning i bow to the divine present in all present in one.

gaurav dalal

my name is an irony in this classic world. whatever i am going to write here is a message from deeper or collective consciousness to my behavior. i am a chap. and i love to learn. why learn. melody khao khud jaan jaao. only a chinchilla knows what chinchilla is. i read what i write i hear what i say. your hands cant hit what your eyes cant see smoke like marley bobby sting like bee.i keep on smiling until laughter overrules. Thankyou so much for the time you devoted in reading this. I love you all.AumShantiAum :)

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