Rain drop keeps falling on my head. It falls everyday telling me to write something or whatever I can write about. Well, I have decided to see the world in a more old-fashioned way and touch on our common, humble, unique, and heroic sensitivities that define the sorrow and happiness of our existence.
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
it is my voice now...
Sea of voices...and i must listen to my own voice. It is going to be hard, giving what I have been hearing all these years. But with concentration and focus, I shall be able to hear and visualize my own voice, and in the process, freeing myself from unnecessary entanglements of falsehoods and realities. Allahuakbar.