“ Real is overratedNo way in my life is that the gistI'd be everything I am notIf I were a fictionist A.A. Patawaran
“ But the sun will rise the day after tomorrowA millennium without us silences our last echoTo tiny fragments even our plastics are reducedIn Eden Reincarnate all life but ours is renewed A.A. Patawaran
“ Does my soul sufferWhen my body breaks downWhen I feel mortalWhen my body is weakDoes the soul rejoiceThe end is near A.A. Patawaran
“ A blank page is no empty space. It is brimming with potential... It is a masterpiece in waiting -- yours. A.A. Patawaran
“ Write in pictures. With your words, let the reader see not letters, but images. Be specific about every detail, but don't describe it--make it happen on the page, if you were writing fiction, or make… A.A. Patawaran
“ The heart is a repository of emotions--real, imagined, and invented, owned and borrowed, past, present, future--and there in your chest, operating at an average of 80 beats per minute at rest, is a he… A.A. Patawaran
“ Every story is a ride to some place and time other than here and now. Buried in an armchair, reclined on a couch, prostrate on your bed, or glued to your desk, you can go places and travel through tim… A.A. Patawaran
“ No music in the raindropsNo clouds with silver liningTorrents of sorrowsHorror in streams A.A. Patawaran
“ And because the world is too big and time is too short and you only have one life to live, read! A.A. Patawaran
“ I can't remember the poemThat pierced through my heartIt was the saddest I heardOf all truths ever spokenIt left a scar in meA wound that doesn't healBut the words are forgottenSo is a big part of me A.A. Patawaran
“ To read a poemIs to see light where there is darknessIs to hear silence where there is noiseIs to dance where there is no musicIs to sing where the only instrument is wordsAnd the stirring, impassione… A.A. Patawaran
