Writings are the undried souls in earth and these writings are monuments of my of life. Occasionally the writings seem as the criticism to some friends, teachers and readers. But it is my habit to have some errors in writings due to lack of time and money. Sometimes technology deceives me a lot in my relation to it. The writings are fundamental statues of my life to have my own living breath. The writings are the teachers of my own life and destiny. The way of counting writing is the path to fly in imagination. I gave my writings to type but these villi nary people kept my writing in their screen roughly without name. So if writings are taken by typists, they make many errors.

Typed people keep writing without editing and naming. So they should be given death penalty and writing of author should not be allowed to keep by any typist. Some typists who keep original writing without understanding, naming which kill my identity should be hanged that it is not their right to keep my property of writing with them. The writing is the soul of life which never dies. It is eternal art and it has artistic decoration with different formation of words. The way of the art is really giving breath to me to survive the long life. Nobody can separate my attachment with writings.

The detachment to writing has killed me quickly and I require my pen to survive with new images. Writing is my aim to reach in world without any company. So I need pen in life but not the enemy friends and their power at all. The enemy friend needs my more criticism. Strong rope of writing has saved my writings and I am free from the immoral friends and gangs that hinder my way of success. The writings are my genuine friends that need not the human fake comrades. So writings are my healing sources to go ahead to the success of life. It is my rope to survive my real world of moral and genuine thinking to kill the enemy who lowered my art of writing. So writing is my strong rope and strong art to kill vulgar enemies not friends.