There is no point in writing, because the reader can grasp the writing only from their understanding. But if you look at it another way, that should be the very reason for someone to write.

Life goes on whether you wait for things to happen or things wait for you to happen.

Nights move, with time stepping aside. We reel under the stars for a while then under the sun. I look inside to find the void.

Lay still and listen. Can you hold time in your hands? Can there be a possibility for turning back? When the tide changes, life takes its own path. Where do we figure in the scheme of things?

15.02.2015

There is a point where you stop reading books to do something. All these books, at best, will teach you only the techniques. Or make you think like how others think. Its all a self-defeating enterprise.

14.03.2014