Quotes

Action begins where true emotion and intentions are there. When you think, speak, talk, act and experience an emotion is created. This emotion decides your intention. Until you speak, write, talk people won't know your intention. And the moment people know your intention an emotion is created in them and that emotion let them work accordingly. What had happened, what's happening and what'll happen it all depends on three things - emotion, intention and action. When somebody makes a speech or post a comment then they let us know their intention. The knowledge of their intention will make you respond with your thoughts, generate emotion and finally you achieve perception. Your action will be based on this perception. So, you can't ignore any of them.

The tramp we meet in railway station Bazar or roadsides Was not poor He's just needy But we're poor And perhaps greedy too In spite of having everything We couldn't offer him anything.

Poetry is the wild weeds Grown, from unsown seeds It's not just what you read in books Not always as it looks It's a scratch out of rage On a blank page It's the lament of a wrecked heart Expressed when our mind was not alert You don't need letters to lament Books to comment What you need is an unprejudiced empty mind And a heart, that's kind"

Your innocence accompanies you until you're ignorant And the day you're wise you become wicked too

If I don't respond to your call I'm either asleep or lost So, don't disturb me, you idiot! You know not how hard it is to forget oneself when you're awake or alive

You'll have stories to narrate until you're alive The day you go out of stories! You simply die! So, good or bad Happy one or sad one Every time you'll be in need of a story Just to realize you're alive!

Every time you've got a story to tell You'll need a good listener If you don't have one your story has no significance at all!

I can't be a part of social gathering! That doesn't mean I'm not social. I just enjoy being myself rather than seeing me as they want to.

My thoughts look so familiar that sometimes I'm just confused between my thoughts and my memories. It may be because my thoughts are the creation of my memories. Or my memories are saved as I think.

Writing a poem is always pleasant! Except the harsh one that comes red. Yet, it's too alive to murder.