Sometimes I feel like a motherless child as if my mother has gone on a voyage to a no-man's land where light is ignited by darkness and darkness is extinguished by the glow of sparkling fire, burning and not burning out of miasma gushing profusely days in and days out, as if somebody has lost way in quest of eternal life, a life incessantly being born and reborn out of nothing... a life very much sough- after even it is beyond the reach of human possibility and impossibility... a life cutting across all barriers of situational impediments that come in the way of existence and non-existence facing the entire reality all the way to impermanence and that reality in actuality is virtual reality situated in a virtual world far above and far beyond the actual world in reality...

Sometimes I feel like belonging to that world of virtual reality... areality within reality and non-reality encompassing the whole of the vastless universe, borderless frontiers melting into the blue of life and death never to reach the end of the tunnel where plentitude of light turning into voiceless darkness...a reality that creates a web of belongingness to hapless and hopeless mother nature spreading her all nuggets of wisdom to one and all on a platter from which the nectar of life spills over like raindrops from the ocenic source of human joy and sorrow...yet the hunger of poverty of wisdom enslaves every soul not knowing how to bow before the supreme authority who stands guard against the revealations of satanic verses at the time of eternal salvation...

And at that time of salvation I live and let live my paasions for life...