In pensive or negligent mood, I long for a greater, scrutinized sense; nothing vividly outlined but a sketch of the perceivable. In fact, I would perish any thoughts of scrutiny, some sort of conditioned nature of life. Rather, a concoction of irregularity and regularity would favor my appetite. I often think of the idea of Continue reading

Self-reflection has been an event or rather an enterprise, which I have undertaken for a considerable amount of time. It is a phenomenon in which I conjoin my attention into one gathering. The intent is to speak to the self, to recognize and nourish. And the discipline in which I have invested is poetry for Continue reading