A second of
thousand minutes, a minute of thousand hours an hour of thousand days and a day
of million solitary years.
The world is
full of crowd ...filled with so many people...So many faces... I walk through
the streets, travel over buses and auto’s..... I walk against the stream...I
could see so many faces ...I just see...Search someone unnecessarily...I search
a known face...A person who is really known to me....., where my companion is
not my companion, her words seems soundless....where her talks doesn’t strike
me anywhere ...she speaks and speaks and I am soundless and dumb. Each and every
busy byway seems morbid...Each and every noisy path seems silent...
I sleep all
over the streets...I dream all over my walk...no one could wake me up. This
soundless sense of satisfaction is my meditation...This solitary travel is my worship;
my wait for the unknown passionate is my passion.
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