Aporva Kala

People forget history nowadays, he lamented, that is what the ego does, making one the prisoner of one's inflated present, ignoring the humble past one has lived.

Art is a culmination of all that one stands for

And what is that thing which you promise to provide?- 'The beauty of the soul and the simplicity of happiness', he replied.

But you raised a ruckus about and threatened to perform a Julius Caesarian on anybody on anybody who calls April the cruelest month- I was Damn born out of the loins of my father in the spring of April, you claimed. Surgeon, you stood up for the month of buds and bitches like a true Kuon Kunos

live a death, die a death

All writers pen sad stories to garner sympathy, writing is after all for the abandoned of the society: the ink-leech, spewing black blood and sucking innocent souls.

Legacy proves ones mettle and one's karma.

To each his own. A billion Buddhas. A billion streams of wisdom. All smiling in their anguish.

She was finally owned up- it took death as a price for her being accepted.

Hume hummed in his head. Reason versus passion- David versus Goliath. Let the Goliath win for one last time. But the world is full of the Davids, the begging bastards, passing of their defeat as a win over the favorites. Why the world sides with the under-doggies. A favorite is nobody's favorite, but one's one. As if he has to pay a toll tax for his tolls.

An array of colorful camps dotted the river banks, like a garrison of army on a peace keeping mission. A mini India, many great nations. different people living in the same place, an inversion of the notion of nation.

Immortality, thou art a chimerical bridesmaid of life.

Why love has to intense? Women's love isn't. It is a male contribution to a relationship. What does a woman contribute? Children continuity- intentional immortality.

We are what we are at this moment and no more.

The gods are real crazy when it comes to prayers. They listen to some sometimes and do not listen to some sometimes. But the whole world prays, nonetheless-All the time

What can a fallen star wish for, but it fulfills other's wishes, is it not?

At thirty either you are perfect or nothing.

In her spare time she scribbled her thoughts, wishes and dreams, life and times. It kept her sane despite her loneliness.