Experimental by nature

“Life is an experiment in which you may fail or succeed. Explore more, expect least.” 
– Santosh Kalwar

“No amount of experimentation can ever prove me right; a single experiment can prove me wrong.” –  Albert Einstein

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“All life is an experiment. The more experiments you make the better.” –  Ralph Waldo Emerson

“It’s much easier on the emotions when one sees life as an experiment rather than a struggle for popularity.” – Criss Jami

Deva, Romania

“See now the power of truth; the same experiment which at first glance seemed to show one thing, when more carefully examined, assures us of the contrary.”  –  Galileo Galilei

“Not only are there meaningless questions, but many of the problems with which the human intellect has tortured itself turn out to be only ‘pseudo problems,’ because they can be formulated only in terms of questions which are meaningless. Many of the traditional problems of philosophy, of religion, or of ethics, are of this character. Consider, for example, the problem of the freedom of the will. You maintain that you are free to take either the right- or the left-hand fork in the road. I defy you to set up a single objective criterion by which you can prove after you have made the turn that you might have made the other. The problem has no meaning in the sphere of objective activity; it only relates to my personal subjective feelings while making the decision.” –  Percy Williams Bridgman


“The logic of the symbol does not express the experiment; it is the experiment. Language is the phenomenon, and the observation of the phenomenon changes its nature.” – Carlos Fuentes

“Like most arts, the link between the mind and the pen can chain you like an enslaved workaholic. Even on an intended vacation you suddenly have this killer urge to record whatever the vacation may teach.” – Criss Jami

“All progress is experimental.” –  John Jay Chapman


In response to The Daily Post- Photo Challenge, Experimental

Live your beautiful life! While there is life, there is hope!


The Lahore Fort

A great post for one of the most beautiful monuments in Pakistan. A country which got my love for ever. And yet this is the real face of Pakistan. A kind one, full of grace. 😘


Lahore fort is one of  major historical places in Lahore, Pakistan, that catches the attention of the visitors from all over the globe. The infrastructure of the fort is quite unique and artisticnin nature and has the ability to fascinate the tourists. Everyday a large number of local and foreign tourists come to the Lahore Fort and enjoy the beauty of the mega structure of the Mughal reign.images (1).jpeg

  • Lahore Fort, locally referred to as Shahi Qila, is citadel of the city of Lahore.
  • It was built during the reign of Mughal emperor Akbar (1556 – 1605), and ws regularly upgraded by subsequent rulers.
  • It is spread over approximately 60 acres and is  trapezoidal in form.
  • It is the only monument in Pakistan which represents a complete history of Mughal architecture.
  • In 1981, the fort was inscribed as a UNESCO World Heritage Site.
  • The Lahore fort has 2 gates and both…

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While there is life, there is hope!

Te văd din unghiul primăverii mele
Aşa cum poate nici n-ai fost vreodată,
Şi ştiu, dar vreau să te mai cred o dată,
Doar un minut, Cel Mai din toate cele…
Te chem cu inocenţa dimineţii,
Cum zarea-şi cheamă Soarele din umbră
Şi neştiind minciună să ascundă
Se dăruie luminii şi vieţii.
Te judec uneori pe o răscruce;
Dar cine poate sta să mai priceapă?
De n-ar putea lumina ne-ncapă
Din beznă drumul tot spre tine-ar duce.
Un nume vreau să-ţi dau lângă-o fântână
Să-mi fii şi crez, şi pace, şi voinţă,
Şi mit să-mi fii, şi picur de ştiinţă
La nesfârşit ţinându-mă de mână.
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My Dear October

My Dear October, you will be full of Dreams

which spark on the nights through mirth of the angels.

With joy and with hope I’m dancing the waltz 

of leaving and getting the treasures of times.  



My Dear October, you will make up my ons

while nostalgic embrace my  memories back

but tying the tales through your foggy dawns 

and eyes of surrender are catching your snaps.


My Dear October, you will be full of hope

and joy, while my waltz could become so much sober

Through colors and music I’m catching the rope

while dear to me will remain, my October. 



I’m stepping

While there is life, there is hope!


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I’m stepping to play on my game,

While world from outside answers mind,

Through evenings I’m grabbing the frame

Of questions which hard tie me blind. 

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I’m stepping to act on my dreams,

According to plan, worth desired.

The lights from inside caught my fears,

The shadows are playing so wired. 

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I’m stepping  to sit on my table, 

While questions are  digging   my  space

Nor nothing, or all these, together, 

Embrace  me  on peace and relax. 

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Faces of Afghanistan

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They are everywhere, these individuals of undaunted humankind,
irrepressibly optimistic and proud.
The Carpet Wars, Christopher Kremmer

Kabul, Afghanistan

Kabul, Afghanistan

Bamiyan, Afghanistan

Baghlan, Afghanistan

Yet even at their most turbulent, the Afghans have tended to impress
travellers with 
their dignity and hospitality
as much as their fierce independence.
– William Dalrymple,  author of
Return of a King: The Battle for Afghanistan 1839–42


Kunduz, Afghanistan

Kayan, Afghanistan

Baghlan, Afghanistan


This is Abdul Hadi. He is a teacher in the woodworking school of the
Institute of Turquoise Mountain, in Kabul, Afghanistan, where he teaches jali woodwork (latticework). He was a woodworker at the court of the last king of Afghanistan, and then for some 35 years did not have a chance to practice his skills, due to the successive conflicts.

Parwan, Afghanistan

Bamiyan, Afghanistan

Kabul, Afghanistan


In Afghanistan, you don’t understand yourself solely as an individual.

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Buff your dreams

While there is life, there is hope!

Buff your dreams”,  she was singing for herself.

Mornings are coming with new inner for her soul. Thoughts which stay to explode in thousands of pieces. What has been done salutes  aging  from the deepest valley of happiness. What has been planned   was following  the paths up to the tops.  What has been loved sparks  through nostalgia in the eyes. What has been lost in the gap of confidence yells to the memories; long way  spent negotiating the joy on the others’ table. Dreams steamed in the heart’s rooms, locked in the front of prejudices. Passion silenced on the waves of skirmish.

“Buff your dreams!

Make them shine.

Let them speak.

Speak to gut.

Trust your gut.

Buff your dreams”

Evenings are coming to calm  the soul.  Eyes of faith look to the bridges over time. Where everything could be pacific. Where dreams will rest on the serenity. And…

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Water poem

While there is life, there is hope!

“Human nature is like water. It takes the shape of its container.”
― Wallace Stevens


“Don’t be ashamed to weep; it’s  right to grieve. Tears are only water, and flowers, trees, and fruit cannot grow without water. But there must be sunlight also. A wounded heart will heal in time, and when it does, the memory and love of our lost ones is sealed inside to comfort us.”
― Brian Jacques, Taggerung


“Water does not resist. Water flows. When you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress. Water is not a solid wall, it will not stop you. But water always goes where it wants to go, and nothing in the end can stand against it. Water is patient. Dripping water wears away a stone. Remember that, my child. Remember you are half water. If you can’t go through an obstacle, go around it. Water does.”

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