Pens and Pages

It was more fearful than I imagined and I screamed my heart out... But once the hardest part of jumping off was done, it was a wonderful experience... Now I know fear is natural, so is screaming... That fear can turn you into a timid person who backs off at the last moment... But when you overcome what's pulling you back, you know you're much more than who you know you are - you're infinite. I'm the river and the mountains, The calm and the hurricane, I'm the fear and the fearless, I'm more than just enough, I'm infinite... Photos taken during Bungy Jumping at Jumpin Heights, Shivpuri

Writers don't move on. They make love with solitude, They take sorrow in their arms. They run their fingers down grief's spine. They touch words gently And force themselves on a river of tears. They let masochism win; so when they bleed, It's Utopia for them. Writers don't move on. They stumble on memories. They recall something that was eons ago. They embrace regrets And make love with retrospection. And when they do, They make memories their concubine, And then they sleep on past's lap, Because they're writers And writers don't move on...