Precautions

I can’t listen to silence. Silence falls. It doesn’t come or cannot be invited.
The problem in attempt of living stories and poems is simple. They are hardly real. Especially you try to live stories of others; it ends up in misplaced notions about yourself. Either have your own story or just live. No story is needed to live. Life exists and flourishes with itself. This is not i intend to write, but carry on...
From childhood I have been introduced to harmful things. Language and past are most hazardous among them. Language ruined me as I started believing it as cornerstone of interactions. Today only I realized it is the best tool of selfish achievements. Even freeing your own sorrows, tiny or gigantic, are selfish! Past has many burdens. It makes me to have identity. Identity cannot be searched. The more it is searched, the more lost it is. Some people have identity and they are homogeneously tied with it. They are lucky!
One should not learn probability. It doesn’t allow answering in ‘yes’ and ‘no’. Most of the problems do not remain problems if they are put in yes/no framework.
Silence is very illusive. It deceives you very cleverly. It gives you the feeling that you are experiencing a silence. It is just a ploy for next turmoil. Practical way of reducing pains is curtail the happiness which starts them. As example, it means have abortion; it will avoid pains of death for that child in future. But future is again tricky phenomenon. Information is fluid essential for any movement through time or space or people. More information, easy the movement. Future is state for which information can be of many type. Somehow, information is more than required for past sometimes.
Balance is with us from childhood. We get it in our walking by making mistakes, and most of us loose it until they die. This is cycle as every other thing.
This writing is sarcastic and unfortunately, it is or will or was true. Truth is useless if it is time and space independent.
There are always alternate definitions and sometimes more appropriate.
You can listen to songs, birds, vehicles, leaves, yells, tunes, murmurs, whispers, shouts, machines, clouds, animals, yourself, someone else, god, speech, death and many more...
What cannot be listened is silence... what cannot be contradicted is contradiction....
Poems are hazardous. They can cause emotional cancer. It grows and occupies rapidly. There are medicines with simple side-effect- death.