After working for years, in the end days, people realize its peace for what they have worked for all those years by loosing the peace.

After working for years, in the end days, people realize its peace for what they have worked for all those years by loosing the peace.

Why doesn't my stupid brain understand that I always wanted to be you? No you; no,no..you.Hey,you! now what are you smiling at.

I have a fantastic mirror, who ever looks into it feels lot more younger while every other lot more older.

Each day, each noise I gather explodes, leaving me to death; to rest in the solace of silence & to be re-born.

We never know our good or bad as we loose our judgement living with them.worst part is we don't accept who we are & hence remain confused for the rest of our life.

Silence is the medium of source between you and your ego consciousness.