Sometime the life is futile, the world is vague, the nature is harsh and the emotion is dead.The platonic love and life remain in the only ideological form of some philosophers,the wisdom stinks gutter and the romance fells danger.I am riding the "TITANIC",an unpleasant happening is waiting me but i want to feel the ecstasy.Hurdles are standing static in front of me seeking my attention and the past hurdles are pinching with their thorn of arrogance. I am riding and riding defending them to the unspecified path.Sometimes I become unconscious ,sometimes conscious.The more i become unconscious I get more meaning of being but consciousness is the rotten food i had taken,have taken and would be taking.I asked several times why should i have such dung to eat,please i want some purity. I was hanged and broken,and answer came,"you are intelligent."
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