Empty are words and so is the world and all the promises that it holds it offered you prescriptions its rule book and instructions a path that looked rosy and shiny promised to take you to your destiny you did what you were asked to do but nowhere that actually led you to You kept running like a mad horse crossing pastures one after other on your back carrying the load of your dreams and expectations your plans and calculations you have been restless like the mad ant which is looking for sugar in the sand hoping one day to reach the goal when chase would end once for all Tall your achievements are indeed! but you find yourself hollow and empty you gave it all that you had, honestly but your adventures left you high and dry the mirage that is still out of your grasp lures you even more as each day passes by Clueless you still are about what you are after is it success, riches, fame or glory? or the best in your craft that you aspire to be? is it the masterp...
The diary of a struggling yogi.