The Philosophy Class

He was new to his philosophy class.

"What do you want to do before you die?", professor asked.

"I want to live."

"That's so obvious."

"That's not obvious professor, that's oblivious. Not many people do this, I guess. They just breathe in and breathe out."

The professor learnt new philosophy of life. His questions ended.

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The Artist

Raindrops be the alphabets,
Nature be the notebook,
Love be the language,
You be the poem.
And I,
I be the poet.

Let me write you,
Rhyme you,
Sing you.

Let yourself be my art,
Let me be your artist.