The rebel has to hear and follow his own still and small voice.
What is history but a collection and collation of stories where we tell the tales of the values and traditions that endure and record the fact that the various peoples of the world have different impulses, wishes, priorities and dreams?
Is there a ‘Me’ that exists outside of ‘Me’ that is telling me not to do something I deeply want to do?
It is the rare individual who can communicate all that is inside and also not inside him--just by opening his mouth.
What do you see when you look into the mirror?
Can we take back the misery that we have caused others? Is there a magic wand to wipe the slate clean?
Travel far enough into sorrow, tears turn into sighing... A Poem by Ghalib
What is this mysterious force that hides in the heavens and sends forth an arrow that causes two souls to fall deeply in love?
My attempts to lull her to sleep, utterly futile.
Imagine, for a second, that the opportunity of a lifetime came to you all tied up in a bow. Would you notice it when it came knocking on your door; or would you shut the door in its face?