Giving Wings To Dreams

Deafening is the silence of the soul, On the surface superficially everything,  almost at everytime is calm, composed and quiet. Alas! Deep down in the gorges of the conscience there is always a loud turmoil. It churns and crushes, It crumbles and cripples, It chokes and chops whatever is vital so much deafening is the silence of the soul. Heart rejoices living an illusion years after years, Surrounded by multiple friends, While soul constantly sobs and sheds silent tears,  Since, endless and beyond endurance is search and wait for the one and only soulmate. Sea of satisfaction is nonetheless a mirage of an oasis. Howsoever, the chaser may be dexterous mirage recedes and precedes. Realization of ephimeriality of the relations and knots of hearts , Distances and departures, Farewells and goodbyes, Separations and segregations have transformed deafening silence of the soul into an ear-splitting lethal one.

Policy of the world I, me ,mine is the policy of the world. It hears and bothers about what's its prime concern. Since,  you are just a little pawn who has to move on squares of the world's chess as per its whim and will. Sycophants, fawners and flatterers are dear as per the policy of the world.  Because,  back biters or beguilers are the ones who know the perfect trade. Pointing fingers , making you stand in the prosecution box is the best policy of this world.  As it's smart enough to comprehend that you might raise your voice at times for your rights. Zip your mouth,  hush your voice  Walls have ears. Don't forget you are vulnerable as per policy of the world.  This world can't stand still for an hour but it expects you to be on toes for hours after hours. Howsoever,  your back might break, Howsoever,  your heels may ache, For some it will provide a rocking chair because they are the favoured and the favorites . If you will dare say , 'I ...