Stories Washed Ashore…
Sometimes when I
think of life,
I feel like a
piece of driftwood…
washed up
on a shore…
only to
float away…
across an
ocean…
like a driftwood…
No address, nothing…
just no more
human…
A sea of possibilities…
Beckon…
beyond twilight zones…
( kovalam beach, Chennai, India)
(words from Harukami , Tuhin roy, Avinash , quotes…)
Fishing…
Every day is a new day.
It is better to be lucky…
but I would rather be exact.
Then when luck comes
you are ready…
To hell with
luck…
I ‘ll bring the luck
with me…
My big fish must be
somewhere…
As wave is driven by
each wave…
The world breaks everyone..
and afterward…
some are strong at
the broken place…
But man is not made
of defeat …
a man can be destroyed..
but not
defeated…
Men go fishing all their
lives..
without realizing,
its not the fish
they are after
(~ ` ~ Henry David )
Fishing is much more than
fish…
It is the great occasion when we may
return to the fine simplicity
of our forefathers…
( ~ ` ~ Herbert Hoover )
( Words: Ernest Hemingway )
Ocean…
“How inappropriate to call this planet earth
When it is quite clearly Ocean “
~` Arthur .c. Clarke
Life is always beautiful,
just find where you stand &
enjoy it…
Every wave has a
story to tell….
“ In a drop of water are found all the secrets of all the oceans….
in one aspect of you
are found all the aspects of existence “
~~ khalil Gibran
Walking by the ocean…
following birth and death…
Dreaming big….
unlearning…
“The wonder of nature
with it’s infinite form & colors ,
the sages call : Illusion “
~~ Upanishads
( location : The Andaman, Havelock, Neil islands…India )
Living with a damaged skull 