Today is Samvatsari, last day of the eight day festival of Jains. As I complete my fasting and reflect back, I really feel sorry for the strained relationship I developed with one of my friend. I'm not here to confess or delve into how it happened or whose mistake was it. It is just that it reminds me of the first poem I read which inspired me to hold a pen and start writing. Read More »
Today is Samvatsari, last day of the eight day festival of Jains. As I complete my fasting and reflect back, I really feel sorry for the strained relationship I developed with one of my friend. I'm not here to confess or delve into how it happened or whose mistake was it. It is just that it reminds me of the first poem I read which inspired me to hold a pen and start writing.
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Dreamland, a thoughtless state of mind, nothing to think about, nothing to talk about, very much stoic, detached from all kinds of emotions, no feeling of empathy any more... Read More »
Dreamland, a thoughtless state of mind, nothing to think about, nothing to talk about, very much stoic, detached from all kinds of emotions, no feeling of empathy any more...
Short Poem I wrote when I felt alone and lost in the crowd, searching for someone who could heal the ever aching heart and fill the void. Read More »
Short Poem I wrote when I felt alone and lost in the crowd, searching for someone who could heal the ever aching heart and fill the void.
Dreamland, a thoughtless state of mind, nothing to think about, nothing to talk about, very much stoic, detached from all kinds of emotions, no feeling of empathy any more...