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Emotional Isolation Courtesy is the first thing which can connect two people  once they stop giving respect to each other's personal diversity the peaceful bond could broke despite of their feeling, the attitude and conduct can make a potential barrier words lost their magic voice lost its worth sound lost its rhythm noise of rushing aggression covers the whole emptiness and strengthen the barrier humans started fading out feelings confined them in brain they get emotionally isolated now you never to know the real feelings this is virtual disconnection of humans they can't understand each other only chaos prevails and shadows of real sentiments.

Emptiness Hot molten magma is sliding through the dark tunnel of my ear Songs are beating my ear drums continuously in a random sequence Anger in my veins is gradually growing as the drops of the molten hot lava touches the surface of the fragile neurons of my burning brain.  Volume of noise of song is trying to supress the yelling of my heart Heart which is about to die and taking its last breath.  Songs supress its last scream, lava reached the flat plateau of mind.  Brain is about to burst. Echo Echo  of last scream of the heart was useless as the first one Brain is dead now Hot molten magma has vanished its integrity  Hot molten lava has swallowed its dignity Thick boiling mixture invaded my brain and killed it. Alas! Brain was brutally burnt with molten lava Heart was died in silence Words only words left in this universe of life Words jumbled up Try to narrate the brutality of molten hot magma Try to raise voice for the unheard screams of heart But  Soul  Soul is at p

Untold chunks of story The gaps in the flow of story and the untold part of the tale had designed the end of story. Moral is always hidden in the mystery of that broken chain of the incidents.  If you grasp the whole situation and could guess the right actions as adept in any kind of circumstances.  Then your story would end well and its moral will be less painful and more blissful. If someone could solve the mystery of these broken chunks they might get that it was nothing more than a fragile moment which was gone wrong.  It was not me neither you it was the just fragile moment which had turned the story differently. .

Slave Of your expectations I am slave of my ouwn thoughts my wn desires my own wisdom but i could not be peace ful until I show my anger to whom I want to show I show love to whom I want I can not flee the worries and fly in the heights of sky because I am slave of your expections I have to judge what you want I have to be polite so that you sould not feel bad I  have to be decent because you should not feel guilty I could not breath in fresh air where I am not caged .

Fate heals you Peace can't hurt someone else. People get hurt when they created the causes of someone else's unrest. Unrest always begets unrest. If you break trust you will be ended like the rotten pages of unread book. Your story is as miserable as you make someone in their lives. Although you should be your first priority but this couldn't enable you to destroy anyone else. Your fake desires can burn the real world of roses of other person. You could restrain yourself from not being cruel otherwise cruelty engrave you. You become a symbol of victim but you couldn't find mercy for you. Because cruelty begets cruelty. Be gentle, be humble. This world is yours and you don't need to be cruel. Be patient to see how the universe heal you. Be consistent and see how the fate resolves your story. Stay hopeful and see how your miseries are turned into your  strengths.  Your heart will be filled be softness and your soul with peace. Peace which engulf the cruelty and g

I want to sleep but When I want to sleep Demons of thoughts start crawling on surface of my brain Emotions start flowing through the veins Regrets stand in front of me and shine so brightly that blinds my vision My body stretches and relaxes continuously My heart starts demanding things which I can't afford Stomach aches differently Volume of music is hurting my ears Every pore of my body is alive and in pain I want to sleep Sleep wants me to wrap in her arms Give me warmth of peace  But these demons start pushing me to the dark Where the memories came one by one Someone is calling me for mercy Someone wants relief from me Someone wants to hurt me again Memories are coming one by one in an utter sequence wrapped in the emotions entangled with the regrets. I still want to sleep but Memories start bleeding I want to ignore them and sleep But They took me to the old paths Paths which I left because those paths did not bother me Memories always took to tha

Journey of life! Life is not a journey of people it is a path from emotions to other emotions.  Incidents create the emotions, thoughts water them, make them grow. Every moment of people around you nourishes them. Then it become a cluster of emotions. You may name them differently but it doesn't matter. The lifetime of those emotions is more important.  As soon as the time is over. You have to move on. Move on as the new incidents are waiting for you to conquere you. If you want to stick to previous emotions then you have to end the life. Otherwise you are compelled to move on , develop new emotion, water them with devotion and get apart. Life is about move from one emotion to other emotion!!!

Screams of my soul makes me deaf Screams of my soul make me deaf tears rolling down the blood stream someone scratching my wounds then spread smooth sheet of salt upon them then heat them in halting sun  screams screams of soul defening the ears noise of waves of ocean deafing the souls lie lie they lie deafening of souls screams of devotion screams of trust screams of love deafing the universe end end end of the life.

Shattered ego of ocean You came into the ocean of my sorrow Dive into the sea of my emotions D rove to the seashore You were holding my hand and do not let me go Until and until we reached the seashore at seashore you blown with wind you just disappeared in the particle s of sand sand of the seashore I m standing alone again  and finding the way to live again I m blank I know it is not you who has to be blame d I k no w this is me who hold the wrong hand I know the wave of ocean can’t be a part of seashore I know only lucky waves can touch you I know I m lucky for other waves but you destroy the dignity of of wave purity is the dignity of water you are not more than a impurity you shattered ego of ocean Now you must wait wait for the time  when you forget to return  and become a homeless particle of sand in the middle of ocean I will come there to brought you back to your seashore  I will restore your ego I will rebuil

I own My sorrows I own My sorrows Guilt which I have for  allowing myself to indulge in something which I actually wanted to. But I always thought that I could never get this When I got this I constantly remind me that it's a dream to live in but don't dwell in it and now when I woke up the marks of dream are hurting me I want to work but my body is dead I want to smile but my muscles are not responding I want to talk but my words can't express the sorrow of the situation and the anotomy of the world I have the pain of letting the only shoulder which support me in thicks and thins and my mind constantly blaming me for this departure but my heart My heart is turned black it doesn't know where to beat when to stop My ego, alas! my ego is still there burning in fire of hell ..pushing me to stand and talk pushing me to beat their backs forcing me to slap their souls . My ego she is alive , she is hurt  she only she wants me back