Often tired with fake friends and the people around me, I enjoy the writing of art in my isolation. The jealousy of others to me makes me the angry person in life. The fact is hidden and political root makes the people pass and fail. The snobbish friends who are not enough talent see me in same line and count my poverty in writing with fake consideration. The rope to live eternally is my way and they kidnap my writings and thoughts and make me poor in writings. So the isolated art is my jewelry in human life. The eternality of my original thinking is infinite and I am travelling to that journey. Often I am the artist of standard thinking and the arrogance of other has made irritated to me.
Writing is my own garland to respect for me. I am the teacher of mine to raise the higher dreams of art in which so called university professors have dominated my creation and they have sense of ego to me . So how do I respect my own teachers ? So I am teacher of myself in this dream of eternality. I taught myself how to live life in deception and failure. I teach myself to stand alone without any company. I secure myself with my proud nature. The writing makes me conscious in every step of life to save my own existence. Sense of awaking makes me conscious with kindness and humanity. The travelling to writing makes me proud that I donot see anyone with interest to know who are them. So my favorite way to count my freedom is with writing and creative construction in art. Writing is my healthy bosom to make me familiar and popular in world with simplicity and often complexity too. So the peculiar way of looking to writing is my spiritual journey in life that does not confine my freedom and thinking with higher flights. My hidden eye counts the glory of my writing in world around.
The jail of writing is my love to draw the creative art and its manifestation in world around. The egoist eyes are tired to view me and they are irritated with me with my disinterest to them. The way of disturbances is disease to me and my relatives are never positive to listen my good news. So my eternality goes beyond this universe and dances in the talent rope of my highest thinking. Often I mingle in my higher thoughts and engage in my writing even at night to give birth to higher art without any partner as goddess of knowledge.
The alphabets are tools to walk with me and the infinite writing as art makes me happier in my isolated life. The desert of people to view me is at distance. The fake lookers are the subjects of disturbance to me. So I like the friendship to writings only. Oh! the writing, You are genuine art which ever lives to eternalize my innovative originality.