Forlorn

I like being alone sometimes...

My thoughts become more clear

It's like waking up from a dream...

but as always if I'm awake for too long I yearn to go back to my dreaming.

What are you looking at?!

Reality is such a funny thing...

It threatens to pull us away from a familiar world into the unknown

and then claims that it is the only world we ought to know.

Once we get buried deep in its clutches

we lose touch with our boundless imagination

and are restricted to monotony.

Nothing can bring me back to reality........

Imprisoned.....

All of us are prisoners to everyday monotony and the need to acquire wealth.

The only way to escape is to attain an unusual perspective of life

and only then will we be able to truely live.

Words.....

I have always been in awe of dancers like my friend Simran, who have immense amount of control over every muscle in their body.
Dance is like a beautiful language in itself....
Where words are replaced by graceful movements.

The Lord is my shepherd;
I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures:
he leadeth me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies:
thou anointest my head with oil;
my cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life:
and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.
-Psalm 23