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

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.

You look the conflict with your ego & i look the same conflict with thought.Your ego never gives me a second chance..we are left to suffer!

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.

A person truly evolves from his own silence and one such can keep the people around him in the awe of silence.

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

Silence not only lets you listen but to see things with much more clarity than you ever can.