Whispers

Where chaos rules the roost, and money fuels life, Men decieve not others but their own heart. Here comes the new age, when society falls to doom, but ego wins hands down for those one or two. Loud words win over, Sensible talk fails all, Proving yet again Success stays not for long. Amid crazy races in directions many, searching for the fertile mirage run one and all, hurting all over but stopping not till the end. I walk alone, through lone paths amid deserted streets and mighty trees, Reveling in every moment in the peace and bliss it holds within.

Silent garden, noises none, works the spider weaving one crazy web of threads thin, spreads the maze, sparing none. Behind this web, gardens widen, beyond which zooms a world driven by speed and progress interwoven, spreads the maze, sparing none. Speeding vehicles going around, cities where men roam around, racing with time, chasing the wind, spreads the maze, sparing none. Photography: A view of Chicago downtown in 2007. I shot this from top floor of Sears Towers.