Nobody's shit

Lately just a pair of eyes, beautiful indeed, strayed someone while getting blended with a slight grin that marked few pink blotches on a face, animated by its rising contours. This someone beholds them to admire the efficacy of a spectacular emotion that can render light to even scorn souls like his.  He buried all his tears, anguish, resentments, fears to follow her towards a better tomorrow. He ponders if its a miracle, that he is bestowed once again his only reason of life, he approaches her overwhelmed in felicity. Her eyes meet his, yet again, and everything just vanishes in a second, as the doctor lights the grim room and confirms him as a patient of shezophrenia. These hallucinations never left him from the day he saw his daughter die in a road accident.

When you start enjoying the silence even the leaves, the dripping water, the moon and the wind has something to tell you. The flower that once fell on the roadside was never as beautiful as it becomes now. The masquerade for greed seems so sinful and prominent in your society that all you wish is to runaway. The injustice that you once celebrated in the honour of your bravery makes you ashamed in cowardice. You become a fugitive in the court of your wisdom. The silence is never an apathy until then. The silence might break you in tears if you are weak otherwise, it can help you defeat any monster. The war, the bleeding scars and the silence can make even the darkest soul ardent. The silence can also be a curse when you fear it. It will kill you if you stop being proud of it.