IT IS TIME YOU WEEP.

If you want to weep, weep now. This is the right time to do it. You may not do it latter, the social policeman may hit you for weeping. You may be told that weeping is not good and you may agree. But now you are a little mad, you are a little out of yourself, it is now that you do what you needed to do long back. A child does it many a times. Only when you grow up you do not weep for you are told weeping is bad and it is not for you to weep. Weeping is natural, it happens on its own it is something that you are expected to resort to. The tears clean your eyes and they clean your thought too. Tears make you realise that pain can be washed off. So this is the right time when you should weep ,if you want to. When you weep you donot only wet your cheek you also water the soil of your existence. The weeping may water the little seed in you and a beautiful flower may grow in that parched land on the plant of your existence.

aao ki koi baat karen

I have understood in these years that words are meaningless,incomplete, they are actually barriers to communication, it is only silence that communicates the real but then the person must have the sense to hear the unsaid, most importantly feel the unsaid." One fine morning this SMS was in my inbox.Silence may be golden, it may make me feel the unsaid. But who requires Gold, Who desires to know the unsaid. I invite you to speak to me, Speak of your pain, speak of your hollowness, speak of your emptyness,speak of your illusions speak about anything that gives you relief.I may not have answers to everything, I may not be able to give you solutions but let us celebrate life to gether. I accept I do not have the sense to understand the unsaid. I do not want silence even if golden if it does not speak of love, does not satisfy hunger and does not understand that pain makes us all suffer. I am all love for you give me your pain and and in return I will love you more. Let us all celebrate लाइफ.

Silence may be golden, it may make me feel the unsaid. But who requires Gold, Who desires to know the unsaid. I invite you to speak to me, Speak of your pain, speak of your hollowness, speak of your emptyness,speak of your illusions speak about anything that gives you relief.I may not have answers to everything, I may not be able to give you solutions but let us celebrate life to gether. I accept I do not have the sense to understand the unsaid. I do not want silence even if golden if it does not speak of love, does not satisfy hunger and does not understand that pain makes us all suffer. I am all love for you give me your pain and and in return I will love you more. Let us all celebrate life.