Conquer the fear of failure so as to attain a great livelihood. Prepare to learn the changing ideology and adapt accordingly with the challenges of life, there upon the act without destroying your values. The true “art of living” is to carve a niche for ourselves by erasing any sense of doubt of facing criticism. Going through the roller coaster ride of life, we prefer to avoid confrontations and stay calm when we are supposed to speak. In the present society, it is important to overcome the so-called stylized version of living and make an attempt to make others around … Continue reading Conquer the fear….

Love ends on a Sunday, in a lost corner at the time of a rainy day, forgotten in memory of those who thought they loved desperately and love was only eternal source of life. Love ends up in the arms that insomnia just wants to embrace, mouths that no longer want to kiss, where there is only solitude. Love ends. What ending are some of our expectations and desires, which are replaced by others throughout of our life. We do not change in essence, but we change a lot of our dreams, change our views and needs, especially needs. Love tends to be shaped … Continue reading When love ends…

Le souvenir est un poète, n’en fais pas un historien.Memory is a poet, not an historian.— Paul Géraldy  Cities are smells: Sweet is the smell of flowers, pine, and smell of the wet earth after rain. People are smells and fragrances: Hope is the smell of the cinnamon, mint and the way people hope for better days in daily toil.  I am all skin and flesh, I am lodged in people’s souls, myself floating in the cavities that decorate every cities’ landscapes where I was in. That is how I knew people. They were what I knew, flavor of ripe … Continue reading Memory is a poet…