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To live or to Die “Poem”
Posted on October 25, 2020 Leave a Comment
To live or to die is the question To weep or laugh is the question To act or to halt is the question Is it worth living questions the young man? Who will come with an answer? How to escape unanswered questions? To be an iconoclast or to be an idle is the question? A […]
Peripatetic “Poem”
Posted on July 11, 2020 Leave a Comment
I graduated from peripatetic school from Ancient Greece My teacher was Aristotle My degree is in peripatetics My friends are peripatetics I don’t need no cosmetics I need no other tactics I am highly eccentric I belong to Peripatetics I have no place to stay I belong to the world I have no country but […]
My Definition for Life? And How to Find yours! Here is the story.
Posted on April 11, 2018 Leave a Comment
“We should come home from far, from adventures, and perils, and discoveries everyday, with new experience and character.” Wrote Henry David Thoreau So I come home yesterday with a concrete definition of life. Which may not seem appropriate to many but to me it just sounds perfect. “Life is an endless toil for making oneself an […]
Fear and Loathing in our every day lives! “The Existential Crisis.”
Posted on March 29, 2018 Leave a Comment
The sun rises again this morning when I was standing on the roof-top. It’s bright yellow light shone on my pale sunken cheeks and I understand what it wanted to say. “The absurdity of life”, Even the sun was tired of this tedious duty of retiring in noon and coming up at dawn. The Universe is […]
Transcendentalism! My Romance with Nature, How I became an Aesthetic Voyager.
Posted on January 4, 2018 3 Comments
I always have a deep fascination for the Wild! Being alone in the woods, free to live as the first human being might have lived. To live simply and without any luxury, to understand true nature of myself and to see the Imperfections of this civilized life. Yet I never had fallen so hard for […]
My reflection on Life altogether lacks Meaning! People say one works for living, and working for one’s living can’t be the meaning of life? Questioning the purpose of one’s own whole existence.
Posted on January 3, 2018 Leave a Comment
The clouds were heavy and dark as is the heart of a man, who is in severe pain and anguish. Where he is hopeless and full of lethargy. And the thunder bolts in the sky, the enormous roaring were no more different than the outcry of a dying man. Still in midst of all this […]
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