Hungry though we must sail. Some shores ahead we desire.
Spell me a word without letters And I’ll think of silence Or an unsolved riddle.
God gives Fragrance to the roseI hear the roar of engine, sitting thinking.
The sun blaze and the birds whispers The coconut tree dances at the tune of the wind The leaves shines greenish and invisible vapours
When u read the book ‘ From Socrates To Sartre, the philosophical quest’ by T.Z Lavine. You do not want to study it, you feel like swimming in it, its … Continue reading Pleasures for the imagination
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