I have everything expect fulfilment
I am alone with everyone
I am happy with all the unhappy situations
I am an optimist in being a pessimist
I am very lucky to have all the unlucky things
I am the best in all the worst things
I continuously succeed in getting failure
I am working hard without recognition
I am comforting myself to get into trouble
I am thinking without sense
I am planning something and doing some other thing
I am expecting all the unexpected things
I stay positive in all the negative things
I am beautiful with my ugly face
I am happy with all my problems
I love myself with so much of hatredness
The utmost paradox is
I am living while I am dying inside.