Being knowledgeable is pain, heavy and inartistic.
When logic surrounds, how come love begin? When love vanish, how come art begin?
Since last few days, I have been working and just feel like mind has stopped working. No thought's land. Why is it stopped? Where the words has gone? Why am I not writing?
Mind loves wondering. Non-reasoning. Freedom. It hates 10 to 6 office hour. A good look attending and leaving with heavy eyes.
It loves theaters late night, pop-corn bags with full glass chilled Pepsi.
Mind is filmy. Likes to be Hrithik Roshan in Jodha Akbar, Shahrukh Khan in Don, Amitabh in Deewar, Salman in Dabbang. It dances with TUM SE HI...It's lost when hear TUMSE NAJANE KYUAN...It feels divine when listen AAOGE JAB TUM OO SAJANA...It's not alone in TU NA JANE AASPAS HAI KHUDA...!
Cannt stop thinking. I am human.
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