Equality.

Equality may perhaps be a right, but no power on earth can ever turn it into a fact - Honore de Balzac.

Lies.

At times its better to speak a white lie because it gives us an oppurtunity to speak a greater truth at a later stage.

Defining Love.

Nomatter how much we explain and describe love
When we are actually in love,we are ashmed of our words.


Rumi from 'Description of Love'.

Existentialism and Mysticism.

Existentialism is unorganised philosophy,whereas mysticism is unorganised existentialism.:D

Knowledge and Judgements.

Knowledge makes us more impatient about getting more kowledge,the hunger increases with every passing day.But ironically it develops patience in us when it comes to be judgemental.Whereas an ignorant person waits for knowledge to come to him and is never reluctant of passing out judgements.

Nomad Prayer.

Beautiful!

Time as teacher.

Time is the best teacher ,it can even teach us against our will.

Abyss of human mind.

The whole of reality losses itself in the abyss of human mind.

Height of cleverness.

The height of cleverness is to be able to conceal it - La Rouchefoucuald

Weak and strong.

The weak believer losses himself in God,whereas the strong finds it in himself.- Iqbal


Secrets of the Self.

Sensitivity of noble soul.

The most beautiful thing about a noble soul is how he tries to conceal his sensitive nature infront of loved ones.

Self-deception.

Behlaaye jab dil na behley,
tu aesey behlayein
Ghum hi tu hei pyaar ki dulaat,
Yeh keh ker samajhayein.



Hum pyaar mein jalnei waloon ko- Lata

Misery.

Misery ends as soon as one starts enjoying it.

Novelty.

How does it feel when novelty vanishes from ones life?

Constant love.

There is no such thing as constant love,either we are loving more or loving less - Thomas Hardy.

Imagination.

It is so easy to freely imagine but so difficult to freely 'will'.

Lonelyness.

The greater is the number of people around a noble soul,the greater is his loneliness.

Psychologists and Poets.

Psychologist swims ,whereas the poet dives - Iqbal