to reach the silence behind

He sleeps in his bed tonight and remember those things which he never thought of doing but he did them. He was not born to follow rules and regulations, he was born to follow his dreams. The restlessness inside did not let him reach the silence within him. His words stood between silence and silence; and he listened quietly. It was his heart that showed him the way... all the way. His inside is his outside. He is not always right but he does what he feels is the best. He owns his words. He owns his actions. He is writing to reach you but he might never reach you. You talk without speaking, you hear without listening and he keeps whispering in the sounds of silence. And he keeps whispering in the sounds of silence...

To the readers:  I always write for a reason, I don't believe in artistic beauty of writing nor an applause for some fictitious story. 'Soliloquies' always conveyed my expression of love for her, but now when I write today... I'm going to take a big step forward in my life.
A nation is dying of corruption and the people are too oblivious to it's state. Many have lost all their hopes and have adjusted to corruption as a natural system, of which everyone complains but a very handful of them come forward to battle it out. 'The Wish And The Battle Inside' -- my other blog always talked about the mankind, a man's dreams and agony, now with Soliloquies-- the few words will be the soul stirrer.