Chetan Harjani

All our notions of empathy and altruism are shallow and bogus. Most of the time we are living our lives on the engines of borrowed perceptions.

Your darkest desires, The nightmares that haunt you, The stuff that makes you smile. Tell me. Do you at night in your solitude laugh or cry?

Midnight Musings. This pain in my heart, this hole in my soul, these sounds between the silence speak to me

Laughing at you, I really don’t mean laughing at you. I laugh at the whole absurdity of the thing called life.

Because love is not an answer.

Because you are my beloved.

Because love is hidden within.

As I go deeper and deeper.

The essence of what our Buddhas say.

And silence echoed from everywhere.

It is about not accepting authority.

Into the wide eye.