...Still the images of the hidden evil, br Scratch the wounds; br br Dying soul, br Collecting impossibly, br The ash. br br A new life-expecting! br Isn’t it possible to forget, br those untitled deeds of unforgotten days? br br Madly, soared on laughing, br Over the untouched memories; br Soaring desires soared on and on br br Searching… br the perfect image in the nothingness; br From the core of blank spirit. br Standing amongst the strangers; br br Started-off I, br My journey… br To search for a dropp of attainment; br br Strangers- br br Helpful hands extended, br Helplessly towards themselves; br Ran ran and ran away my beingness- br Rape of the new born hopes! br br Died br Before the death greets. br br Alone standing- br Abandoned, br br None but my own soulic survival; br Started laughing; br At me.