I don't know...

God might be a great play wright, but he surely is a bad tragic writer, because nobody in this world cries over the millions of tragic plays penned by him, neither there is any spectator of his dramas. people laugh at the tragedies, people don't have time to waste over anybody's tears. hey god why do you write tragedies then? or is it that you don't need a reader or a spectator to tell you how is your composition, perhaps your have your own egos working or perhaps you're over confident about your talents. but sorry to say, i a mere human don't see any talent in you anymore, i a mere human can't appreciate your art anymore, i have only known that a comedy is to laugh and a tragedy is to cry, perhaps Aristotle has overpowered my thought processes or perhaps I've become totally Aristotalian in my conceptualization of things around me but just tell me once, only once, why there is a seamlessness between your tragedies and comedies or why do the human spectators have suddenly changed their view point? why  just tell me why? just once, if you really exist... in fact humans of the day have even started disbelieving you and perhaps i too will join their creed soon...

just can't explain...

just can't explain how i long to run away, far away from this world, into a different world,a really natural world, with lovely long trees, sweet little huts by a babbling river, where people are made for one another, everyone has love and sweet feelings for others and nobody abhors anybody, nobody uses anybody as his/her laddar to success, instead everybody has love, immense love and immemse affection for others. and the nature stands by us, lovely birds sing, cool breeze blows... hey it was just liking dreaming isn't it? can we even imagine such a thing?  we all live a jungle of buildings with people if not more than equally cruel as wild and untamed animals. we call this place as city and feel that we all are so sophisticated, well educated, but we still live those primitive lives, where to live meant prey, kill, do not let others grow , if you aim at  growing... the only difference is that we wear clothes and not leaves and animal skin, we do not use arms made from stones and bones but have much more sophisticated ones, the missiles, the bombs, don't we still prey? don't we still kill? we do and that too in a much gruesome way.