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A small incident happened this evening which triggered a series of questions within me about my nature, choices, believes, perceptions, beh...

One day the sky will be lit not by the sun or moon but by the fire in me.

Those nights when only ticking is heard and every flesh is dormant in concrete  there's a strange woman who appears and places herse...

If there is thought or emptiness, a feeling or confusion, a fact or principle, there is You. If I could free my fancy I'd disturb ...

even if I dance you will not know wish silence could explain me. And then again the tears...they fall those songs...I can feel you in t...

A symphony on the horizon The notes in the breeze Some stuck in the rose petals Others flew to me Clouds walked  Dew drops settled On...

On my way to the water cooler, I often watch myself walk to the water cooler. I see that grim face, like it has always been since childhood...

I'm living under a burden cast upon me ruthlessly by my religion, that religion which claims itself to be the most ancient of all, the ...

Do I feel or do I get stoned? Do I appreciate or do I mock? Should the warmth be my creation? Or should I just play plain? My honesty i...

It's I and you know I will be there. You don't have to ask me I understand your troubles I'm moved not by your sorrow but by...

As I stood at the main gate of my building watching the procession of Ganapati Bappa on 7th day of the festival of devotion, my smile did n...

One life one purpose. Dance!

Small hands they painted saffron, white, green, blue. Their faces smiling tricolour.. Who are these underprivileged? The unknown future...

I wish we had exchanged the red pulse Mine with you and yours with me. Holding it on the platform Where trains pass by every second minu...

The air was thin They played voilins Cupids chuckled Roses waited Daffodils smiled And we... We built castles!

Here's the deal! I will run You come for me Will see how far it goes Then when you are tired With cold feat, warm blood Dew drops...

I finally finished reading Thus Spoke Zarathustra by Friedrich Nietzsche and resolved not to suggest the book to anyone. There are three p...

I have been wanting to write about my experience on commuting on my bike in this pretty city but somehow I couldn't get my overwhelming...

Freckled cheeks and wrinkled eyes Frizzy, grey hair, for spiders and ants Like dry grass on un-mowed lawns Pale eyes hinting sleepless l...

Me. Night. You. Ocean bed. Them. Moon. Eternity.