'I inhale and a zephyr enters my body. The earth tilts its axis, changing my view of the heavens. Two clouds appear in the shape of trumpets. They part and rays of sunlight burst in. The sunlight speaks, 'Seek a new experience.' -Lawren Leo
'If you want to be a good writer, internalize the good writers; absorb them; integrate with their souls; embrace their minds; mingle with their life stories; in short, merge with them, lose yourself in them!' -Mehmet Murat ildan
'Sibling relationships outlast marriages, survive the death of parents, resurface after quarrels that would sink any friendship. They flourish in a thousand incarnations of closeness and distance, warmth, loyalty and distrust.' - Erica E. Goode
'If I cannot forgive myself For all the blunders That I have made Over the years, Then how can I proceed? How can I ever Dream perfection-dreams? Move, I must, forward. Fly, I must, upward. Dive, I must, inward, To be once more What I truly am And shall forever remain.' – Sri Chinmoy
Truth branches off from the binary telltales of self , Applying a grayish ointment in the scars . As echoes from the past diverge to form A blurry persona in the mirror , A kite crossed the sky , causing a bloom In those backwaters where festivals intertwined with existence . Thus ideas gathered and collided In this abyss To trace a route that embraced shadows... In a flash , the time was ruptured ...
With soul , fabrics were created for launch. With strings attached , the kites shot up , Beautiful dreams distilled , with no passing Glance at earth. The adults lifted us and cheered . Serene waves beat on island's wall . The newborn mangoes smiled at The debauchery of night . All before time was a box of constraints . Before embers took their last breath in that box. And feathers spiralled into demise .
An iridescent train came and gone . An odyssey turned into exodus ? maybe . But , unrooted ,even the banyan trees will fall.
Silence thundered on the shutters to Squeeze and shut the deluge in eyes Thus muted the rupture of My mind and toned up the wheels . The jet from which blasted My stringless kite far far away .
The dwellers in those mystic land had polygonal Faces . Amidst their skyscrapers we screamed , when the Packleader fell . Soon I was passed the torch ,to light a candle, But one of thousands , in that blazing ocean .