I wish to meet Jorge Luis Borges in time travel and tell him I have set myself on a task to read your “entire corpus.”
Irrespective of all the pragmatic reasoning and intellectual discourse one gives oneself, certain matters slips out of hands, overwhelmed we are thus of the circumstances or people who rupture the serenity of our being and leave us to question our own sanity in the wake.
Oft, I believe finding right words to express the turmoil within deserts us, when required earnestly.
If only rain could come down pouring…
How do we allow someone to have enough hold on us to hurt us, it’s when we open ourselves to them. How imperative it’s then to keep ourself locked into a shell but what a pithy living that is again when you can’t breathe free and express yourself fully in a language meant for love.
My heart misses thousand beats, reminiscing the chink that has made into its shell by one whom I let myself be seen.
Is it love when you get overwhelmed by someone or it’s the impression of someone being a match to your mind that you are thrilled with.
Titania Sleeping by Richard Dadd, 1817-1886(Inspired by William Shakespeare’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream ( Act ii, Scene ii) where Titania is lulled to sleep by her fairy attendants. Picture Credits … Continue reading Titania Sleeps
On May 20, 1965 Susan Sontag notes in her diary “One doesn’t learn from experience—because the substance of things is always changing.” What do we learn from? Do we learn … Continue reading Reading Schopenhauer
What makes one ask how am I looking? Am
I good enough? Aren’t I the smart one? What is this validation we all seek, and seek we do… how much of this longing for recognition drives us? These and many more questions plague my mind thus.