The Valley WeepsWeep softly o mother,the walls have ears you know...The streets are awash o mother!I cannot go searching for him any more.The streets are awash o motherwith blood and tears, pellets an...
Of all the deep longings, this ache for missing intimacy, cuts through sharply, like a scream in a silent room, like the last gasping breath under a stifling mask, like the huge lump in the throat tha...
Most of the conversations we are ever likely to have with people are the things we do not and cannot say
It is finally about the quality of the conversations and silences we share, isn't it? We become strangers when we have nothing to say to each other. We die to each other, when the conversations in us...
You haven't seen for yourself, what I saw in your eyes.
She did not care what a ludicrous picture she might be painting, a fat happy old lady in her night gown, swinging on a small little swing in the dead of the night.
The gift of love is in the simplest and utter joy of just being with the other. In coming alive to the present moment, together. In recognizing and being overwhelmingly grateful that among countless o...
You are truly home only when you find your tribe
It is highly abnormal today to be happy in this highly abnormal world. It can only come with complete distancing from all things around, all events around and all people and our equations with them. W...
They prised open the door in the morning. The beatific expression on hisface was exactly what one would find in a temple deity or the just dead - anunsmiling smile. The absurdity and humour was there...
The stories we pretend do not exist, are the stories that will haunt us till the end.
You know you have arrived when you have stopped caring about the destination
We belong where we are most loved
Only if I heal, can you heal. Only if you heal, can I heal. Otherwise, we would continue to scar each other.
No one is a failure until that is the only definition of themselves that they are willing to see within.
There are times when you are home to yourself and you long for company.
There should be a measure for happiness or sadness, like the width of your smile, the twinkle in your eyes, the depth of your laughter or the salt of your tears.
May every man find the softest and most fragile expression of his personality with the right woman who would treasure and honour the beauty of his femininity and not misuse it and may all women find e...
Delayed, unexpressed appreciation is meaningless. The dead need no appreciation. The living do.
A feminist is a woman lover not a man hater
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