Seized Experience....

Sometimes it’s a great feeling, when you find your self busy. Busy with observations. You see people time to time. Listen to them. Support them. But apart of all flocks. You know them in and out. Just sitting mum in a single corner. With all facts flowing in your eyes. Those exaggerated sharing splashes with tiny holes every where. Which stops the unnatural era of it. And let enter the core of it. And you smile. Your smile speaks, but they can’t catch up with those unsaid whisper’s. whispering to nerves. Just a glimpse and observation get over. Person hang on with dilemmas. Because that doesn’t fall under observers hits. But they keep on failing. Attitude a ill attitude, covers the blue of it. But you remain with the mild cream color. So you see that day and night. Mirror reflects you , reminds you of what you are and you are not ? clutches the observation to the fullest. You hide that, turn aside your face and move to all perturbed world, stepping to it for all floss. And move to manual living.