The bosom friends of mine to pause my tears are my writings. Some friends call my writings as
random thought with meaningless portion . But these worthless friends call me psycho with random thinking. The worst is the thought of the friend. Writings born from the veins of mind unconsciously. It is my talent thought which comes unconsciously from the womb of mind. It is my creative talent. Such talent is not with them and comment appears. Yes, I agree to me as psycho to give birth to another writing which takes birth from the bloody ink and mind’s womb. I thank to ISBN code which makes our creative portion highly valuable. But it is criticized by dumb and foolish people.
The alienated life often obtains the creativity when uncontrolled anxiety appears. The simple notion aptly and consciously appears with me and makes me alive with simplicity of writing. The isolation is killed by my literary thought. I awake often at night and start to compose something creative outcome out of their comment and their notion to misrepresent me as villain. Reality is bitter to endure. I have to keep my mouth silent everywhere. Injustice takes place anytime to judge me by others. The alienated struggle awakes me up and keeps me across Mt. Everest. No conscious eye is there to view my good deeds with pure struggle. The ego and jealously of them are surrounding to me .
I have challenged the life against them. It is my choice to reform my writing with any desired name. That is my authority. No reporting is needed in unnecessary path. The birth of my writings is to my own blood. So the writings save my soul in my extreme anxiety. It is the core of heart sometimes suffers a lot to remember the failure and deception of life and false criticism to me. I endured much and stand with my dearest writings. That unendurable environment appears with some creative birth.
