a literary expedition

when i read those random lines jotted down behind my notebook i wonder what they meant. they seem so so familiar and close to me. i try to remember what i felt then and nothing comes to my mind. i feel those are times when my soul and everything else in this world merge into the illusion of oneness.  d uring those moments every word you write carries the aroma of your soul, it defines everything you feel then. sometime later going back to the same words, they look like words in a dictionary. so full of literary meaning. the aroma is gone, the hue is invisible and the essence of you is lost.  now i feel its all about the moment when you can reside in that bubble of oneness.  the words that escape from you are naive and pregnant. words gone through manipulation is like second hand truth. its the same with our daily life too.  a person can never be what his or her sub-conscious is. where they have their roots, where people know them, where they have reputations build ahead of

"if you are going by the flow, you are probably a dead fish" (07/04/2015)                        "if you have the right spirit to deal with a wrong    done to you, whatever it was, you deserve it" (07/04/2015)                   "all colours are shades of white"  (11/05/2015) "backpack to suitcase is a transformation. a boring one."  (31/07/2015) "I feel its a necessary to surprise ourselves by doing things that we thought we ll never be able to. but shouldn't be long ones like post -graduation."  (09/08/2015) "Its good to know the roots before eating the fruits"  (14/08/2015) "if you are at the second page of Google you are officially desperate."     (28/08/2015) "shayeri zuban mai jeeta hai kalam aur kakas uski khabar hai"   (04/09/2015)