The ambience is enshrouded with the mist of woe. The root of faith is shuddered again and again; what was trust once –just transferred into the mistrust at a brisk. In the pandemonium of state terrorism and the fuss of individual we all of us facing towards an ensuing vague future. The shadow of death, as if, surrounds us even at the spark of ecstasy. We are absolutely solitude in ourselves how many unspoken speeches that we nourished in the odyssey of our life for eras. How many thoughts – feelings expectations remain buried with us.