You meet some people. At first, you feel that they have similar perspective about life. But once you get to know them a little better, then you see that they have certain things that have engulfed their life. You try to understand them. But you can't really understand another person who may have faced myriad different situations in life than your own. So, you hope that they find their happiness, and wish them well.
You were born unique. Do not let the world make you conform to the limitations present in the prevailing winds of thought. Be the unique breeze with no limits or destination and keep on flowing!
A writer is a sponge. He absorbs everything that flows in a liquid form: feelings, thoughts, emotions, pauses, desires, silences, addictions, aches, dreams, obsessions, and passions.
"As the leaves spring up slowly from within the trees, during this month of April, the National Poetry Month, nature mesmerizes us in her own way. And we get serenaded by art and culture and poetry and music of fellow poets, writers, musicians, and dancers. And while you play the keys of your piano for all, I write a few words and recite my poem for all."