and,they as well say-the beauty is in the eyes of beholder.
whichever way it takes,
a long route or a shorter en-route,
life is systemic.discrete ecology.
you smile-the world smiles with you.
you cry-the world may back be in unison with you.
this is life,
your reflections,Be honest
how you perceive,
conceive or deceive yourself.
life may not long,
as you thought,
and that is cut to very precise too.let it be left at naturally.
you look forward to
not just scroll.
i always am unsure. because for me,readership is an aftermath,a good piece has to materialise first on the surface,rest follows. eventually,yeah..much follows.
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Writing is a very multi-dimensional art. At one point of time you have everything that you can express, and at the very next point,surety of facts completely leaves you point-blank.
A writer’s life can be a life written on the norms & nerves of immense intensity.
What catches his fancy is completely incomprehensible, unexpected. But at the same time, it is transportation to another world.
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