Abhijit-sarmah Quote by Abhijit Sarmah Download Open image ““A withering gem at the heart Of a dying river —Majuli”” — Abhijit Sarmah ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.8 out of 5 (10 ratings) Copy quoteShare Abhijit-sarmah Abhijit-sarmah-quotes Instagram Poem
“He is hearing the uncertain passage of a broken heart, bruising itself again and again on the unjust stones. Such a heart might stumble to either bank of the stream to escape the rush of time. To the side of light, or to the infinity of dark. To virtue, or to evil. Right here, in the river of his life,… — Kaimana Wolff Copy Share
“All day long we seemed to dawdle through a country which was full of beauty of every kind. Sometimes we saw little towns or… — Bram Stoker Copy Share Image
“the river still chattered on to him, a babbling procession of the best stories in the world, sent from the heart of the earth… — Kenneth Grahame Copy Share Image
“But out of all secrets of the river, he today only saw one, this one touched his soul. He saw: this water ran and… — Hermann Hesse Copy Share Image
“The river - with the sunlight flashing from its dancing wavelets, gilding gold the grey-green beech-trunks, glinting through the dark, cool wood paths, chasing… — Jerome K. Jerome Copy Share Image
“A river so clear and transparent that the bright stones suspended within its currents could be seen with the naked eye, glittering with the… — Kevin Fedarko Copy Share Image
“The river had no qualms about the colour of his skin. She would embrace anyone who came to her and keep them in her… — Anand Neelakantan Copy Share Image
“Down through the middle of the Valley flows the crystal Merced, River of Mercy, peacefully quiet, reflecting lilies and trees and the onlooking rocks; things frail and fleeting and types of endurance meeting here and blending in countless forms, as if into this one mountain mansion Nature had gathered her choicest treasures, to draw her lovers into close and confiding… — John Muir Copy Share
“To the river, the stone is an obstacle; to the stone, the river is erosion. Perspective births both truth and conflict.” — Monika Ajay Kaul Copy Share Image
“The river and everything I remembered about it became a possession to me, a personal, private possession, as nothing else in my life ever had. Now it ran nowhere but in my head, but there it ran as though immortally. I could feel it -- I can feel it -- on different places on my body… In me it still… — James Dickey Copy Share
“When your heart overfloweth broad and full like the river, a blessing and a danger to the lowlanders: there is the origin of your… — Nietzsche Friedrich Wilhelm Copy Share Image
“There is a legend that everything that falls into the waters of this river -- leaves, insects, the feathers of birds -- is transformed… — Paulo Coelho Copy Share Image
“It ends. Good things always end terribly, at dawn in his arms wrapped, silently or— late in the night in unchartered apartments or hotel… — Abhijit Sarmah Copy Share Image
“Don’t I remember those rustic evenings, now buried under a thick shawl of futile memories when you and I, walked and talked and melted… — Abhijit Sarmah Copy Share Image
“My town of clouds and river Of terrifying minds and young dreams Streets with some people Good people smiling Train tracks of dreamers, High,… — Abhijit Sarmah Copy Share Image
“So old were you, Grammpa— the last time I saw you, anaemic You looked like the monsoon in my town.” — Abhijit Sarmah Copy Share Image
“i reach the perfect cube, and wait for somebody to pick the phone back at home.” — Abhijit Sarmah Copy Share Image
“It ends. Good things always end terribly, at dawn in his arms wrapped, silently or— late in the night in unchartered apartments or hotel… — Abhijit Sarmah Copy Share Image
“Don’t I remember those rustic evenings, now buried under a thick shawl of futile memories when you and I, walked and talked and melted… — Abhijit Sarmah Copy Share Image
“My town of clouds and river Of terrifying minds and young dreams Streets with some people Good people smiling Train tracks of dreamers, High,… — Abhijit Sarmah Copy Share Image
“i reach the perfect cube, and wait for somebody to pick the phone back at home.” — Abhijit Sarmah Copy Share Image
