“Every morningI wake up with the newsof bloodshed.I feel my body,desperate to know whetherI’m still alive.”

“Why say then Buddha never carried gun? he didn't play piano, we do not know of him making pictures either.”

“Every morningI wake up with the newsof bloodshed.I feel my body,desperate to know whetherI’m still alive.”

“I want the fever to grab me forever and want you to be my fever.”

“I exist no more, every moment a new being lives inside me.”

“When this flood blocks the road I am worried more by my soil getting washed, than by getting late to reach my destination.”

“In how many minds should I go crazy? Whom should I ask?”

“These heads sheltered by umbrellas be they of Zeb-un-Nisa, or Catherine of Cleopatra or Fenichka live with their own stories”

“Let us be honest we have praised Angulimala, will make no difference If you convey my salute to Amrapali.”

“In this atmosphere Where you have to go perennially crazy only to survive, Which auspicious moment should I choose to become mad?”

“Should I ask everyone the question that should not have been asked? Or should I turning up to the sky be answering the question that’s not been asked?”