It is always very disappointing to read one’s own writing, One feel how ignorant one was!

Poets make much of death and external afflictions, but the only tragedies are the soul’s failures , when their heart sank in the deepest ocean which again cannot be brought up with any means of  up liftment, That’s the writing of a writer where he feels the pain of the heart which is crying for what it has lost. And the only epic man’s triumphant ascent towards godhead.

All their speech writing and action comes prepared out of the eternal silence.

Even the souls of their feet have got a memory of their own.

They completely live in their writings. It is their eternal world.

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