Sunday, October 24, 2010

Mind's vomitings



My Poetry is mine, how erroneous it may be - I don't want to read others' just for learning the flow and verbose.

My Philosophy is mine - I just don't want to follow someone's, because its theirs. 

My life is mine - I don't want to live others' because they're neither me nor the pure mine..

I want to be a fool forever, so that I'm pointed out forever, with which I enjoy my cup of tea... The LEARNING, more joyfully, with the grace of shouters. When my critics become silent, it doesn't mean that world has changed but its true that I do not exist, as world doesn't have time to question stones and ashes..

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