He won the Best Scholar of the Year Award, in the course of his PhD program. “Sir, can you recapitulate your journey from an East Asian country to Harvard University for us?” asks the intern from another Asian country. He can see the glow of dreams in her dark, pool-like eyes. “I don’t really know … Continue reading The Journey
staying connected is just a game of physics Did you ever think our souls are just energy which link to the ground or stars and play games with each other https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2021/03/19/woodstock-challenge-178/
Do you think it's possible, can I dedicate to a cause I don't believe in.... Can I love some one who has values those are not the same as mine? To a cause I don't believe in.... I send my deepest regrets those are not the same as mine. I like you for you mirror … Continue reading Reflections
Here is a translation of a lyric from the Hindi film "1942- a Love Story", vocalised by Kumar Sanu I saw a girl, and thought I saw a girl, and thought (she’s) Like a blossoming rose, like a poet’s dream, Like A bright ray, like a deer in a forest Like a full moon night, … Continue reading 1942- A Love Story
expectations of this or that bind the psyche change thinking hat I don’t have to be … I’m so sure What do you want me to be grateful for?… What if I want to be all that you ask me I don’t have to be Won’t it be less of me? why not leave it … Continue reading MLMM Music Challenge
moments immortalised in bubbles reminders of expansion yet diluted at the borders essence retained relevance lost In motion pale shadows look back at original in hope of restoration https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2021/01/22/up-where-we-belong-challenge-174/
I remember the first time it hurt. It was absence of recognition. Then, the wheel rolled - it changed to concealed resentment, envy as they sought delight in putting me down. I felt a third eye awakening in my consciousness. I could see through the barbs, feel their own perceived smallness. I felt stronger than … Continue reading Journeys
We are not the same people, you knowdays, weeks, months go by, with millions of breathsto each moment lived, I place a wreathWe may forget, but we reap what we sow days, weeks, months go by, with millions of breathsEtched on life - purify me like never beforeWe may forget, but we reap what we … Continue reading We are not the same people
A hand that held me showed me a mansion in the sky I lived with that dream In days gone by… A hand that clasped my wrist banged me against walls I lived with nightmares days did not go by… A hand floating away In blue waters He cried … but no response I think … Continue reading Days gone by
I recall some quotes on hearing this song. Remember what brought you together first, when the urge is to go your separate ways. Sometimes you need to spend time with people to remember why you were not doing so. If they show you their real face again and again, accept it and move on How … Continue reading How could you?
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