Gentle breezes of dreams, gales of lust, and storms of predicament blow across the black dottings on white throughout this collection. And all of them, irrespective of their strength of intensity, shall fan the soul to find a resonance with each beating heart. It is a soliloquy of unfulfilled passion and an uninhibited celebration of the tossing of human mind in all its nebulous glory. This work is a journey of seeking and satiation, of inertia and its imploding, of lust and love, of the monotonous turned mystical, and most importantly, of a human in search of the self.