Oct
7
Standing in the forest the beast hears her footsteps’
His fire stirs as he craves the young girl,
Raging his desire consumes him’
Aching his lust drives him’
His want for her taking over his entire being.
Sensual and beautiful the young girl steps softly’
Fear and excitement fill her belly,
She knows that the beast desires her’
That… Continue reading
Sep
3
Man is alone, and that is his identity. A man is the centre of universe, and that is reality. A man, when he thinks, walks, or eats, he is alone though he might have company or might be having a conversation. Man has this world inside is head as much as it is on outside.
The world outside exists as a reflection inside a man’s mind, and a man has no prove to the existence of world or anything else, except when is trying to contradict it. Man knows by negation, and not by affirmation. Man’s reasons are good to rule out things to arrive at judgments, and his imagination is the tool used to propagate from judgments. Continue reading
May
28
Valmiki Ramayana ended with the return of Ram-Sita to Ajodhya, Valmiki presented characters of Ram-Sita as simple human beings with uncompromising reasonable morals and there was no FIRE-TEST for Sita in Valmiki Ramayana!
May
21
________________________________________I have spoken words’
That I thought,
Would never cross my lips.
Despite my inhibitions’
They spill out my mouth,
And leave me bare.
That had been locked,
Up so deep inside.I had forgotten’
Where they were,
They leave me trembling.
All the darkness’
That surrounds me,
Is fading away.
And I am awash’
In the pale light,That leaves me free.
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Apr
21
Atlas Shrugged
“This is John Galt speaking…”
PART ONE
PART TWO
PART THREE & FOUR
PART FIVE
I swear, by my life and my love of it, that I will never live for the sake of another man, nor ask another man to live for mine. (Ayn Rand)
Apr
16
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Sitting silently,
Drifting down upon the stream,
They break in upon my laughter.
Sitting secretly,
Floating down amid their dreams.
Apr
8
No witness was I, to budding or blooming.
Nor was I there, when the darkness o’er looming.
Caused the rose once crimson to fade into black.
As an ill-fortuned life made a constant attack.
Each word stems from your grace, each song springs,
From your bliss, my muse, each… Continue reading