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...Then comes the tornado like shattered pieces of a mirror; words fell on the ground. Across the window pane, an absolute silence stays.
After some time, a raucous noise came close to ears closer to eyes. Tattered words across the world tore those pungent moments apart. Both unknowingly picked up the words scattered all across the faces. Neither has the intuition to look beyond that distorted dream. Capture that silence that sloth across humanity elevatin
...Then comes the tornado like shattered pieces of a mirror; words fell on the ground. Across the window pane, an absolute silence stays.
After some time, a raucous noise came close to ears closer to eyes. Tattered words across the world tore those pungent moments apart. Both unknowingly picked up the words scattered all across the faces. Neither has the intuition to look beyond that distorted dream. Capture that silence that sloth across humanity elevating human consciousness to that universal scene.
...Then comes the tornado like shattered pieces of a mirror; words fell on the ground. Across the window pane, an absolute silence stays.
After some time, a raucous noise came close to ears closer to eyes. Tattered words across the world tore those pungent moments apart. Both unknowingly picked up the words scattered all across the faces. Neither has the intuition to look beyond that distorted dream. Capture that silence that sloth across humanity elevatin
...Then comes the tornado like shattered pieces of a mirror; words fell on the ground. Across the window pane, an absolute silence stays.
After some time, a raucous noise came close to ears closer to eyes. Tattered words across the world tore those pungent moments apart. Both unknowingly picked up the words scattered all across the faces. Neither has the intuition to look beyond that distorted dream. Capture that silence that sloth across humanity elevating human consciousness to that universal scene.
"Dream Book which I dreamt of, woke up then I wrote, it's for the universe to live that dream now." On Curiosity, On Detachment, On Mystcisim and why it matters the most in the 21st century, is an exquisite question to watch?
This book helps to dive within the nuanced version of one's soul, one's life through the prism of spiritualism to make each one of you, "Self Actualized".
"Dream Book which I dreamt of, woke up then I wrote, it's for the universe to live that dream now." On Curiosity, On Detachment, On Mystcisim and why it matters the most in the 21st century, is an exquisite question to watch?
This book helps to dive within the nuanced version of one's soul, one's life through the prism of spiritualism to make each one of you, "Self Actualized".
While I look into the world I see silence, looks like a voice. The serenity of mind looks me in the eyes. I can see your conundrums of lies, which I never spoke, just sighed. I just sighed! An Enigma, they saw which was my humble reply. Am I not a human, if I can sheer through, a truth in full of li Read More...
What we thought What we lost; Lying down in the afternoon I was watching my own, masterclass; my juggling I saw that for once; Should I enjoy or just a sigh; A Pulitzer for India is pride and prestige; We lost that for the second time; when I read the words; for us A remark was; thrown towards India Read More...
Equivocally talks Equality With a desire to talk to none We live in a society Were ego seems to overpower us A desire which we have to live in the service of others A day's ego is letting us To die for one another Suddenly we seem to move ahead With a false perception of one Read More...
As silent as a pin drop silence, he looked from the corner of the class. Why so? And why not? He doesn’t talk with everyone but whenever he talks he’s like a cucumber. Silence defines him but not us, how will he live amongst us? Thought-provoking thoughts came rushing through my mi Read More...
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