life, poetry, soul

THE CONVERSATiONS

And as we sat there looking at each other but never quite seeing, I asked what had been in my mind for centuries. I have always believed, and I have believed what I read, that questions are always more important than answers; so in this tête-a-tête I had an upper hand, I was stronger. It… Continue reading THE CONVERSATiONS

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identity, life, soul

iDENTITY

      And, the vision blurred, Kashiv, the intruder, waited for the cloud of mischievousness to pass off the simpleton's face. The hour was getting late and he had no intention to stay there with those two maniacs. But, the question had already put a spell on him and the answer would, he anticipated, release him… Continue reading iDENTITY