While searching your existence there comes a state
where your identity merges into another identity .
The point where all existing is dull , where all reflections become blurred that is the point where all is one .
This life begin from the will of one and one beholds its secret but those who merge them selves with one reflect the secrets shine .
Beware my friends the secret shines but all that glitters is not gold.
So the secret is never told but to those who indulge and they are the ones who emerge as mile stones in the roads of time.
Time the road that sets our mind . But as the road becomes dead end Those are the feilds
where we mend all those broken hearts and souls injured morals and woes .
We mend because we are none But the reflections of One .