Do share your thoughts on this one. Do you agree that writers are worth something? Or do you stand with the others believing that writers are a confirmed, forbearing and a resigned set?
Sitting at the top of the mountain, In the open air, I couldn’t breathe in. Sitting near the holy pyre, The woods burning, I couldn’t even feel the fire. Sitting on the green earth, The flowers blooming, I couldn’t even reckon my birth. How can there be lack of water, Near… Read More Possibility Of The Impossible!
“Aandhere me jo bhi dikhe, us se darr hi lagta hai.” My friend said this to me yesterday. The literal translation of which is, “Anything that you see in the dark, is most certainly going to scare you.” And somehow I find that that this friend is always right and meeting him for this occasional… Read More An Unexpected One Liner.
I have my own doubts and reluctance when it comes to this poetry, if at all it can be called one. I wrote it almost a year ago, and have never come about to posting it. So now you know how much I was hesitant to share this with anyone. It has taken me a… Read More Why do You Hide From Me?
Since the lousy day was well spent, we planned to go window shopping in the evening. But before that we had the whole day to ourselves. And we couldn’t just let it pass, right? So the morning started with a strong cup of coffee, some fresh ftuits and a simple sandwhich. Then we both Mr.… Read More And that’s how #4
What is the meaning of our life? Who are we? Has anyone ever thought about it? I don’t know, I keep thinking and questioning our existence but of course have no answer to it as yet. To satisfy myself I came up with an explanation just to quench my thirst of these questions or at… Read More Finishing line