Category: ReQuote

It’s all in the eyes

​Little crinky on the edges with throwing a few lines on your forehead, they are the confused one. Mend them. Wide open with little water gushing within are happiest. They shine different. Treasure them. Stagnant and dry that appear like they are about to loose that little moisture are shocked. Fear them. When...

Sanyasi-The eccentric

The division of days and nights is not for me, nor that of months and years. For me, the stream of time has stopped, on whose waves dances the world, like strews and twigs. In this dark cave I am alone, merged in myself-and the eternal night is still, like a mountain lake...