It does not happen every other day .

On a cool cloudy twilight evening with a gentle drizzle raising the thick smell of moist mud ., mixed with the newly blossomed white jasmine 's fragrance from the pot plant .

Watching the long Q' of cars on the distant road .

Leaning on the balcony wall , after a warm shower with aroma of the soap still lingering,

Holding the silver tumbler of a hot coffee .,with a peacefull smile on thinking about a nutty freind. what next ? .. the freind calls you in your cell !!

DOES REAL GENUINE THOUGHTS ARE POWERFULL ENOUGH TO PROVOKE A DISTANT STIMULUS ?

Hmm ...may be its coincidence ......

( the call is an added extra ingredient to the concoction of comfort ! )

cant describe the joy ! paucity of words though plenty of thoughts.........

Cry of silence

When the sound of rushing water meets the whispering of green leaves,

and the sound of quick footsteps on dry leaves, and the sweet, sweet melody of the black birds up ahead,

silently silence is silenced.
Noises …the Noises of nature come to life.
Sounds of voices, both human and animals in hunger, greed and creed

Supervene supremely
Silenced silence is silenced
And in that chaos
Everything's gone wrong these days

No one reacts to anything of your says

No matter how much you scream and cry, the world seems to be passing you by.

No one seems to notice or care, that you are trying to be heard over your despair
The voice full silence moulds as a tear and drops down.
This silent drop of the drop reverberates
A nerve rattling and mind shattering noise only to those who can hear ….
Or

may be sense it?