Rise up!

O dear! why thine eyes

wet and cold

What thoughts in thy heart 

unsaid, untold

Tears and pain, thee mumble

not say loud

Thou too tired O dear,

all that noisy crowd?

My Solitude

Today is my 5th night of staying alone in a new city. I had wished for this for a long time for figuring out a lot of things that I could have only done if I had spent some time alone. Those who have made mistakes become wiser only when they know what they have done was wrong. I wanted to waste some time thinking upon the things that I had been doing for years.

What's this feeling?

I always used to wonder what would happen when all the wishes of anyone would be fulfilled. I have heard from people that they never get over, people will just keep wishing forever and ever. Still, assuming that one day they got over, wouldn't it be monotonous. Wouldn't life be boring? Wouldn't it be just like how I am feeling right now? Even though my wishes haven't been fulfilled, then what's this feeling that I have right now.

Story of Anonymous 1

Many times when I am in a bus or train, I just observe people and the things they do. And then I think about whether I would do those things a little differently?

Inspired by?

There are as many ways of thinking about a thing as the number of perspectives. The wonderful fact about perspective is that it makes anything in the world right and the same thing wrong at the same time. And that makes everything relative. Then why do we worry a lot about things that don't matter at all? Perhaps we are inspired by the wrong ones, perhaps we are following the wrong ones...