Quotes by : Ashim Shanker

What indeed is the half-life of a mortal consciousness? What is the half-life of a memory of that mortal....

His hatred for all was so intense that it should extinguish the very love from which it was conceived.....

Writing creatively is a process of self-consumption that requires one to dive deeply inside of oneself....

Etchings endure, But not in SandMeanings Collide To Unresolved FragmentsCodes fizzle to StaticThey are....

The temporal heart resonates at whispersFrom a Truth overarchingOf whose countenanceTimeless Intellect....

Erudition is the crude residue of wilted harvests wit: the meddlesome weed that wilts them.

Light and Dark: each was unaware that the other existed.

...imagine that you hold in one hand an oddly shaped stone. You keep this hand closed into a fist, but....

A bracing wind swirls about the boy and alights gently upon his shoulder to gape frightfully at droplets....

But what is identity really? What is it to ‘belong’ when we cast ourselves in the mold of a social....