That night I woke up to a strange fact, keep milk not to drink but to feed the cat.
~ Aporva Kala
And what is that thing which you promise to provide?- 'The beauty of the soul and the simplicity of happiness', he replied.
Art is a culmination of all that one stands for
People forget history nowadays, he lamented, that is what the ego does, making one the prisoner of one's inflated present, ignoring the humble past one has lived.
He did not see the huge armies but the world divided into two opposites camps: the right and the wrong, the good and the evil, the aggressor and the defender, the unrighteous and the righteous, the arrogant and the humble. It is not the people who are inclined to fight against each other but the men who lead them. Humanity as a rule wants to relate with each other and wars are an exception to this rule.
Why one enjoys maternal grandparents more than the paternal ones, i have never understood, but it was like that for me.
He is too presumptuous about the inanities of appearances, poor realities gone for a toss.
He could make mistakes.... the first time.
One needs longing to live and enemies make one long for them.
It is destiny which takes you to people who have the answers to your questions.
His failure became my destiny
History tells creativity is a result of Soul song.
Annant is Pickwick paperless, the hunter of wisdom and due to Lovelace heart, a budding poet-ass.
The words explain us all, each having a meaning in a meantime: every time for a lifetime.
An orchestra of temple bells and chanting erupted suddenly like a pleasing drizzle.
Mr. Rip Wan winkle, be a star that twinkle.
Indeed you have what it takes to care like a mare, but can misters br one?
Why can't one live a life of disappearing?An invisible man- the real superman.
The spirit never leaves, never goes away.
it feels nice to know about things and about oneself.
On hindsight every failure is the best medicine, bitter but effective
While in England write or get wrought rotten rusted.
It is important how people take you.
Her tears still lay, unattended, on my bosom...I wouldn't wipe them, for she might stop paying me visits.
The Only mattered to him.Iconoclasm.
Religion is a good time pass, better than philosophy, and a million times better than love; love is a wastage of an era.
I thought of her as she, and she as her.
Between us what it was? i couldn't fathom, till she was gone.
He didn't ask because he didn't wanted to know. If you know, moments die an instant death. She held his hand in hers; hiding them like a pearl; her coral eyes ensconcing his pain.
That is what the opposites do, cross the swords invariably and unknowingly.
Life cannot be lived without irritations and angers; fights and placation-A cycle of Karma, wheels of succor.
When the wound is fresh it hurts, more so when you are reminded to the hurt time and again
For a girl there is a shorter version of youth.
I was sent to a school with bosses for teachers- no Twain, only cane; check your dick you harry, no Dickens either, No Tom Sawyers no David Copperfields only Webster, master it for grammar, the Wren with a dash of Martini-Drink deep.
For, if after fifty you don't live the aspirations of the young, go away. Who needs needs spectacled snails, salivating on the Soma of youth.
People who are left alone tell the story but are never a part of it; those who are a part of the crowd, are story bound, acting upon the role assigned to them in the theater of living, loving and longing.
Sameness of existence. Conformity is inevitable. So is search.
She liked the idea of a place belonging to the cows, no ownership of human ego.
All mothers are rivers and all rivers, mothers.
I was grown up long before the grown ups were the grown ups.
