The waves choose where I go.
The shore is still out of sight.
The ship never halts.
So I move — as I must.

The journeys- long forsaken, The Dreams- Deep seated, The Discussions- interrupted. Lets Bein Again!
The waves choose where I go.
The shore is still out of sight.
The ship never halts.
So I move — as I must.
As if it never rained,
As if autumn never swayed
You ask what it’s like.
It’s exactly what melancholy hides!
Like the calm after thunder—my heart speaks.
It’s been quite a halt, my life a bleak
Let it be Muggles, Wizards, Philosophers or that couch potato munching on Oreos (that’s me btw), We all are in a constant search – The Quest for Happiness.
Where do we start this project of “Building oneself” when we have to start from the very scratch?
This revolt within me, a fire consuming,
This world of yours O Lord, makes sense- no more.
Epitome of an Urdu poet, great Philosopher, Religious reformer, political thinker, man of science, and a literary critic- Iqbal was all combined!
It’s a common human experience, and it often leaves us wondering: Why do these emotional outbursts happen?……….
Design a crystal-clear picture of where you’re going.
“It was the Anunnaki Gods those who from heaven to earth came”- who resided on a planet at the end of the solar system named “Nebiru”- …..
secrets to my success. Shhh, don’t tell anyone.
Make your fire so big and so hot that others will have no choice but to sit around it in amazement
Stepping into truth, with bitter reality,
leaving fun, my heart yearns?
A decision to make, dice at hand, i stand
“Work is never finished, only abandoned.” —Paul Valéry