11 Quotes by Samir Satam

Struggle is necessary and will stay constant. Power is illusionary, as it keeps changing hands over the time.

Words touch him in ways, this air, this water, this earth haven't been able to. They touch him in ways only something like love or heartache can do. Something miniscule in the air erupts into something too large for his vision to comprehend. On the surface of his skin, goosebumps sprout, while he watches them rising in wonder. Unable to bear the lightness with which that music carries dense spirits of something as intangible as time, he glides away from the rock and flees from the song.

Tenderness is as much a curse as it is a boon.

I am not a visitor. I am more of a trespasser, interested in secret little deaths of people who think they are alive, people who are inching towards death with each breathing moment, people who don't realize that life is just a temporary phase of a long journey, like I never did when I was alive, people who will soon become trespassers like me. Why do I think that this phase of trespassing is permanent? Maybe I too am just as stupid as these humans to think I am wiser than them!

Once a human body crosses the line of guilt, it yearns to cross the line over and over again, for just like mind, the body forms its own memories and in those memories, it misinforms itself about the pain of guilty conscience as pleasure.

Everything feels utopian at some point or another. The ideas we have accepted today felt utopian in the previous era. If reformers would have given up their 'fight to abolish Sati' as an utopian idea, we would have never gotten rid of the practice. The question is; how far is our generation ready to go against the grain, when we see injustice happening in our day? Are we ready to introspect, why the idea of brotherhood across religious and caste lines feels utopian and radical today?

Word – An eternal power,In a wrong place at a wrong time,Inflicts more pain than a weapon

That eveningWhen I was all aloneIn our bedroomTo give me companyYour voice came along

Filled to the brim,Spilling, Splashing all the way,Drenching the one who carries it,Like an overfilled vessel…His heart bursts inside him,While he drives past her lane.