Now.

Something from my life...

Now.

Only now exists independently.

Past is a memory of now. Future is a dream about now.

The spectacular now. 

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Dear Death

-  Akshansh Gupta Through the lands so damp, through the oceans i swam. The valleys got deeper, The hills turned steeper. I ran ,I fell ,I toppled but kept walking. Let my scars do the talking. My struggles ,My triumphs My every breath; you need to wait dear death. With every passing day, your tricks …