Autobiographies are meant to start from the time you are born,The ultimate beginning;

symbolising the very fact that you are staring into an unknown,abyssmal space,where everything is fluid,unique;tiny bits of potent light enticing you,asking to be touched ,felt, absorbed.You reach out and get sucked into the vortex ,without control,just hurling down empty space and when you have lost all hope and faith in your surroundings,blinding light flashes and you start feeling cold,naked ,threadbare;haunted by the booming voices ,unable to utter a word ,you break down and cry.............;cause you know things will never be the same.
The Dawn of a new beginning...

I've lost all control,I'm going wild
want an escape ,there seems nowhere to hide,
overexposed to a galaxy of sparks
wonder if I'm still the Lord of the Dark;
Ready to engulf the light,time to give up without a fight
And THE LORD OPENS HIS EYES


The Glass Eye knows All,sees All;
through the soul,through your dreams,desires,fantasies,memories;
knows your fears,insecurity,apprehension,reluctance ;
your anger,vengeance,bitterness,Monstrosity ;
But as it is with glass: filters and reflects :
filters the good and reflects the bad
THE GLASS CAN BE TOUCHED BUT IT CANNOT FEEL................
(to be contd.)