My words must be read without any intervention from you. You must be the reader and nothing else. You have to be silent and you must not contemplate. Don’t even think. You cannot be yourself nor would I allow you to be somebody else. Don’t even wonder if it is possible at all to be that ( Read more... )

You can't seek what you have, can you?

I love you very very much!

How I missed those romantic nights, those silences that speak the language of music. I just realize ( Read more... )

As we linger in this stinking, stagnant mud pool, what is that we are trying to ‘project’, ‘judge’ or ‘analyze’.

The search of water is the only ‘valid’ work.

Everything else is trivial.

Yesterday, I dreamt of a person, who flew across oceans to a remote village; well, not very remote for there he found many educated people turning themselves in to learn about life. There was an institution lying around somewhere in the vicinity which claimed to teach life. He wasn’t particularly interested in that ( Read more... )

The innocence with which I started the story has returned back to innocence once again; a sense of nostalgia, a bereavement of sort for the time lost in delusion, a fleeting yet strong moment of sentience behold me now. It is deliriously amusing a feeling that cannot be explained but may be related to ( Read more... )

While we’re sitting in our rooms holding our books reading the most insignificant of the literary works available on the face of the earth feeling bemused and utterly smug, you must be sitting on that rocking chair of yours, thinking about each one of us, speaking to your beloved disciples and planning the whole purpose of liberating us through a ( Read more... )

Today, I feel like re-visiting those moments. I feel like getting lost in those fairy tales, be merry with them, strut and dance with them. I want to live in that house that I always wanted to have in that tree hole, live with those chipmunks as one of them, collect and store nuts for the winter, get cozy in the warm blanket in that fantasy house. ( Read more... )

I've grown reluctant over this desperation. Did I lose my innocence? No. I feel this is mere a prelude towards understanding something more benign, more passionate. I can witness myself growing exceedingly intense both in mind and at the heart. There is a great need arising from the otherwise numb heart that has closed down owing to presumptuous ( Read more... )