i find myself on the middle of the road...craving for direction...hese words sprang in front of me in my dreams last night..since morning, i have started to wonder about how dreams can start your day...you can tell me more clearly. can you? i felt that my day was and would be worthless...jus because of a dream...a line..??
one write poetry to subscribe one s inscription of thoughts.......why do you write poetry? can you tell me?......is it tedious to deconstruct the process of writing?why am i writing then? why do you write?
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To try to understand things that fox you otherwise.Baring that process,that transition from gross incomprehension to mere incomprehension and then to some comprehension,is sometimes hard on the readers.But the kind ones endure!
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