SOLILOQUIES ~ Beyond Few Words

And the battle never ends.... there is always someone left to fight.

people die but the battle for bread and butter survives.... and to beautify it we say 'the spirit of nation', keep it real call it 'the impotence of the government and the helplessness of common man'

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.

And I realized where I went all wrong... acceptance. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- There was something, someone dying inside me, without these expressions, with the guilt of broken promises. And there is no escape, why should I escape. Things have just been good in my life. I start and end my day with all smiles. "You see, I'm not an angel though I wanted to be. But you a stranger, who passed by me, became an angel in my heart where no one can see." Something can never be put in words, some liaisons can never be defined, I'll just say I am here again, my Life is back to my Life.