Saturday, 1 November 2014

Super Ego of a writer



I am the beginning
I am the end
I am the universe
I am the vacuum
I am a drop in the ocean
I am the never-ending ocean

Oblivion is my limit
Arrested not for a minute
Searching for me is futile
‘Cause I exist and extinct
Hide and seek I play
Filling every corner with my presence

Morals are abstract concept
My ideas are hard to digest
I constantly question
Leaving no stone unturned
I bow only within
To the God particle intend


Immortal I am with my words
Haunting generations from grave
Writing is my right and business
Fool’s criticism; flatterer’s praise
Wise’s acceptance; Hater’s howl
Are dogs’ barks at Sun!





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