“Seated here in contemplations lost, my thought discovers vaster space beyond, supernal silence and unfathomed peace”
― Giacomo Leopardi
“There is only one way to understand a lonely bench in a park: Sit on it; watch whatever it is watching; listen whatever it is listening to! Sit in spring, sit in winter, sit in summer! To understand something deeply, you need to live its life!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan
“A wooden bench, somewhere
In the middle of the road
The sun is setting,
And birds flew home
I and Bounarotti sitting here
Nibbling the words, bristles, and pain
Overlooking the logjam
Keeping the mayhem within”.
― ‘I and Bounarotti’ by Shweta Hitesh Joshi