I look at moon, I sigh,
I open myself to the wind, I feel,
I listen to the music, I revive,
I hear your words, I create,
I love and that's how I meditate...
"Mysteries of this world are not to be riddled, but to be soaked.."
"Poetry seems to me as a camera seems to the Cinematographer... My quest is not for writing but for seeking.... !"
....It all started in autumns and drove me to winters..
"December is for both, To love the rose and to collect the petals"
heart is just a refuge to the strayed love...
"Both are rendered from nowhere to nowhere !"
"Only sometimes that we can feel the morning turns grey and then turns into sepia."