Pondering over my thoughts, I fail to muster up courage to sketch on paper the realities I have seen, the realities I have experienced and the realities I have fortunately missed to bear. The shadows of past that darken my present and threaten to make my future horrid, the creepy codes that my innocent face deciphered, the haunting spirits veiling my pious soul and the plight of my pure heart which wants the liberation from these daunting thoughts. There is a lot to say and a lot to share, still, there’s lot to owe to silence and a lot to keep deep inside the heart. My uttering might shatter the smooth and serene world around me but I need to express, I need to speak, I need to calm the volcanoes inside as they do throw out the lava sometimes disturbing my outer serene world. I want to make it composed and peaceful forever.