A Desolated Room

Inside the desolated room we stand.

No purpose, left for us anymore.

The pain is now a bit subdued,

The night will lead us to the shore.

There we shall find resort,

Beside the sandy beach.

The pain there will be no more,

For you, away from reach.

Floating In The Ocean of Life

The fact that sometimes we defy rational thinking and follow our heart makes us different from machines. 

Life is not a project that one has to finish within a given period of time following some predefined rules. To me, life is like sailing through the seas, there are no specific end to your voyage, no certain boundary, beyond which it will cease to exist. There are only different ports which we arrive at during our journey, and its this journey that matters the most.

A Great Day

It is a great day... great in the sense that the day just doesn't seems to be ending.