Would it have mattered if Enlightenment actually dropped on the Buddha under a mango tree, instead of a peepul?...

We are on that road, the one on which the more you try walking ahead the more you are hurled back...

We are all that way in some way or other, going this way and that instead of going the way we ought to have been going...

We call ourselves humans, you know what I mean, the unspeakable irony of it...

It is freezing and if you happen to have feathers, or things like feathers, it is better to stuff them because stuffed feathers are meant to be warming things...

The biggest and the bravest among them, or the ones who can brag the loudest about being the biggest and the bravest among them?...

It is for you, not against you: Choice...

Clouds that seem still are coasting the skies at speeds we cannot imagine...

But now that the plugs have been pulled and the plugholes are giving and you really have left yourself no option, get a drenching in the stuff you yearned to get drenched...

We wish no endearment with those who aren’t part, we want to erect enmities so the defining lines are clear...