Fear of Expression

The fear of writing and taking your name is yours and not mine. I believe the disbelief I know the unknown. Turning thirty is just not a number; its an experience unfolded with life. Its a beauty hidden within. The difference of ages does not make me aged. It just changes my status from immatured to matured, from novice to experienced. But still I am not the perfect one I am not Shree Rama Neither I am Shree Krishna. You say even they were not perfect then how can I be? The lies which were never told by each of us to each of us for each of us; the philosophy called life was known to the two unknown. The truth beholds me and takes you away to a distance making you distant. The chaos, the conundrum and the veracity conforms that both of us are liers. The difference is that we lie to us than to each other. The difference is deferrent to be understood...