Words From Bhutan

Misfortune is just another name for misunderstanding. There's no "misfortune" as such. Losing is just another way of letting others gain. There's no "losing" as such! Inferiority is just another state of being low to attain superiority. Thus, inferiority is the mother of superiority. Learn to be inferior...

Knowing you was a mystery, spontaneous it was to fall for you. I never saw you, neither in wildest nightmares nor daydreams,   with my eyes, But thousand a times I see you, with my soul.

I Too Have a Love Story When I first saw you,   I saw something incredible in you. When I last saw you, I saw something terrible.   When I last lost your sight, my eyes lost something beautiful.   The last smile I saw on your face was the last butterfly I felt in my belly.   The last time I heard your voice was the last time   I heard the most melodious song but the song that brought to an end to everything... I write this neither to instigate someone to feel magnanimous nor to elevate the sense of elusive romance.   I write this because there's something worth emancipation from the abyss of heart-aching memories- the memories of abundant blossoms which later turned into ferocious blaze. I've read thousands of love stories and written hundreds   but this one is special to me   because it's what I've got to share about love and is special to you because it comes right from ...

Romantic souls are born poetic, but I'm not. I've neither songs to celebrate her love, Nor songs to repent her negligence. They sing to celebrate and lament the sorrows; They write to express and share the thoughts; But 'tis neither celebration nor lamentation, But 'tis neither expression nor  sharing; Just because this piece has no destination; Who would devour it like a magazine, Just because I'm nothing to anybody? Disclaimer: Nothing personal, it’s just an imagination

Gone. Passed. Still life goes on. I breathed. And I'm still breathing.  I saw it. And I'm still seeing it. I see those memories like it happened yesterday.  With you, dreams grew like leaves on the trees. Without you, dreams fall like leaves in fall. Now, with or without you,  Tree of my life is left barren. Let my twigs decay or rise again,  Is left in the whirls of  my thoughts...