I have never considered myself a poet. I have no interest in poetic artistry.

Another way of judging the value of a prophet's religious experience, therefore, would be to examine the type of manhood that he has created, and the cultural world that has sprung out of the spirit of his message.

let this be our beautiful departure from stagnation; let our minds come alive; enter another dimension; go beyond the stars eagerly struggling to find that... which our naked eyes did not know existed; rise like a falcon born to soar and not be alone but be present amongst others.

Since love first made the breast an instrument Of fierce lamenting, by its flame my heart Was molten to a mirror, like a rose I pluck my breast apart, that I may hang This mirror in your sight.

My ancestors were Brahmins. They spent their lives in search of god. I am spending my life in search of man.

It is the nature of the self to manifest itself, In every atom slumbers the might of the self.

God is not a dead equation!