Struggle for your art. Die for your art. But you can never ever give up on your art.

When I met her, she was going through a depression in life. She was not able to find her purpose in life. She would smile on the outside, but inside she was going through myriad difficulties. I don't know what it was about me that made her tell me about her thoughts. May be she felt that I could understand her. Writers and poets are expected to understand the perspectives of other people. And I was a writer and wanderer, never staying at one place for long.

Then you remember that you are a poet and wanderer whose life resembles that of a soldier. And you wait eagerly for the holidays to go home and get the hugs from your two Sweethearts.

She told me Pokhara is so beautiful that you will experience a myriad of unforgettable moments. You will never be able to get enough of Pokhara.

Seduction is an art known only to the best of the artistes.

I am a Poet. I have no religion. I belong to the World.

Love makes everybody a poet.

The eternal paradox of writing for a Poet: do you try simplicity in complexity or complexity in simplicity?

Other than artistes, most people never realize the joys of insanity!