I have come to a point where I feel I need to write a book. I know it's the hardest thing to do like any other profession or job. But that's what I'm born to do; to write. Reading various articles on writing, how to write a book? how to begin? what all will I... Continue Reading →
I walk, I run into this world of new and unknown faces, young and old, graceful and loving, still and moving. I walk through the galaxy of unending faces and places. I wait, when will I next see your face again. When I'll see your face, face to face. All there is, is virtual reality.... Continue Reading →
“When you were born you were crying and everyone else was smiling. Live your life so at the end, you're the one who is smiling and everyone else is crying.” This is what the great poet Ralph Waldo Emerson had to say about making your life so worthwhile that your death causes the world to go... Continue Reading →
I’m a hard nut to crack, You’re the water that flows over me, But I’m the stone, that only molds You can never flow through me. I’m the statue in the museum you see The white Greek goddess right there, Your eyes peel off my whiteness My bare wounds are seen. You don’t know what I’m made... Continue Reading →
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