This poem is about the duality of our world we live in. During the moments of silence, I am limited and not limited at the same time, I am greater than myself, I become one with the universe, I become the universe.
Existentialist, that’s what I believe I am! For those who don’t know what it means, I’m not going for dictionary meaning; I would like to define it in my own words. “The realization of ‘existence of self’ by questioning the existence of every other thing and trying to find answers for the same in any … Continue reading I LIVE “EXISTENTIALISM”
Neither the beating heart, Nor the successful start, Neither the infinite blue, Nor the friendly crew, Neither the material world, Nor the golden word, Neither the wonderful gifts, Nor the surprizing "lifts", Neither the masked people, Nor the inspiring ripple, Neither the interesting talks, Nor the silent walks, Neither these city lights, Nor the vengeful … Continue reading I EXIST….