Voices of dead heart and wounded mind….


Why do I talk to people when they seldom care ! Everyone is so busy hunting for their answers in others sorrow.Why is that I don’t have any secrets! An open book where everyone is allowed to read the chapters of my life, even if they are doing it merely to kill the time.

Countless faces and hearts around, still the tune of life is missing from the beats. All I am left is with colorless tears , bleeding feet and a desire to fade away in the mysterious lonesome darkness.

The darkness which is beyond the reach of time and space. A point that steals you from you. A state which cannot be locked in the fence of words.

A deep silence where no memories are allowed to make to noise….Shhhuusshhh, just be there let the Magical hands of void work __________________


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