An occasional vroom of wheels and a horn try their best to puncture the soft melodies that resound aloud around the consciousness. But all in vain! The glittering sand and red pebbles let the moon shine its light on them making the ground a scene to see.
A pale and grim understanding, of people and their relationships, crawls through this deafening silence. If solitude decides to strike, no doors are left unclosed for even a feather for company ! In that solitude the waves of sorrow and pensive whiffs take form. But the mind is the choice of weapon. Ready to battle down any barrier while bells ring and the departed souls watch on.
As the silence is deafening, a circular energy of the cosmic world swirls to pour forth smiles and clouds of clarity.
You only need to look within !
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