Humans evolve, not by killing the beast in themselves, but by making persistent efforts to civilize that beast. And society should be ever-vigilant to the fact that such persistence is a matter of individual choice.

Unbelong

I belong
nowhere.
That is my freedom.

Aham Brahmasmi

The Broken Mirror

Make a wish

Action

Like the Plague

When all else fails some people are survived only by love and faith.

The averageness of our lives is dictated by the limits we are taught in our childhood. Teach yourself otherwise.

Another Life

I dream,

I wake up,

& I tune into the stream of a different consciousness.

The Mind's Window

I breathe…

I listen…

I learn…

There’s 

purpose in the violence,

solace in the grief,

meaning in the chaos,

silence in the rage,

and harmony in the passion.

I close my eyes

and swallow the darkness.

I evaporate.

The Mirror

War

The streets vomit violence,
and propaganda spews poison.  
The will to survive
is stabbed with rage, scheme, and debauchery.

Crimson pours at the other side of the sky.

The Girl Who Loves Rain

You are my reality,
You are my every living breath,
You are my sleep, you are my dream.

You are my addiction,
You are my breathlessness,
You are my zen, you are my bliss.

You are my mirror,
You are my conscience,
You are my madness, you are my sensibility.

You are my fuel,
You are my instinct,
You are the flame, and all the elements.

You are my ego,
You are my pride,
You are the confession that expels the shame.

You are my rage, you are my agony;
You are the hand that leads me to faith,
You are the scent that drives my passion.

You are my push,
You are my delight,
You are my art, you are my colors.

You are my roots, you are my wings,
You are my thirst, you are the ocean,
You are the cause, you are the consequence.

You are my philosophy,
You are my ambiguity,
You are my absolute.  

In life - we are the dreamers, the wanderers, and the possessed.
In death - we are eternity.

It’s an age of strangeness –
unexpressed love, ‘unsaid’ goodbyes, unheard melodies, unexplored territories,
random journeys, flickering lights, opaque souls, and forced smiles.

Beauty lies frozen in the magic of some rare moments.
Time stands still.

What keeps us alive...

To chase small dreams, and to see them come true, is the essence of a happy life.

On the other hand, the pursuit of larger dreams is what keeps the fire burning. Such pursuit defines the hunger of the giants of mankind. In the end all of us are remembered for our dreams, passions, and more importantly, for the chase.

Is death the final answer?

Consider suicide only if the happiness rendered by death outweighs the joy of living itself.

The Grip

Nature reaches out.

In autumn, the dry leaves slap against my face.
It’s the downpour in the monsoons, the bitterness in winters,
and the scorching heat in summers.

The sands of time slip through my fingers,
and nature reaches out
with a firmer grip.

Inflated

Even the giants of mankind,
in the shadow of praise,
become the children of vanity.