“Modern society is deeply lonely because we are unwittingly controlled by our attachments and relate to each other as objects of craving or aversion rather than living, changing human beings.”
Source: Seeing, Knowing, Being: A Guide to Sacred Awakenings
“Sometimes someone's presence matters,
Even if crowd gathers.”
Source: Collection Of Poems
“I carry the weight of my emptiness, And see the world through eyes of needs, These needs breeds more habits, And these habits preserve my loneliness…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“It’s the winter of my youth now, And there is no one even to hug, The girl I longed for never came, And all the waiting turned into, These long and lonely hours, Which faded into the pages of some books… And what is left of all this learning now, If not just worries and fears.”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“Now I even calculate my laughter and tears, Carefully saving them for future, For I have learnt to betray my feelings now, And my hypocrisy embarrass me, It seems to me the life of my generation, Is some socially transmitted disease…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“Just like the flowers, Who have forgotten autumn and winter, Oh my friend from past seven seasons, Have you forgotten me, Like the many names in your life? Or are you busy loving yourself, Trapped in your own enchantment are you?”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“A feeling that she is of spring making love, To the trees green and the doves, The same feeling of lying naked on the grass, And watch the rain falling from the stars. A feeling that she is that walks in and slips away, Like the sand of an hourglass. Oh her home the realm of feelings…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“You are, I think, an evening star,
the fairest of all the stars.”
“The words in my diaries, No longer preserve my youth, So alone in those paragraphs, So faceless in those photographs, These scarlet lines on my palms, Are as aimless as my life…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“But sleep only with the angels my lady, May your God be your best lover… And if your feather feet ever touch, This crying and bleeding earth, Walk gently through haste and waste, And wait patiently for your religion to take birth, For people from world beyond, Are meant to be prayed and loved…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism