The other side

Mutely I sat , as the rubbing of skins was the introduction of my journey. Faces of dispair and self taunting images shown in the air. Dim it was, yet the masses marched on like it was judgement day in winter. Alone and sensitive to the aroma of pugnacity, I hasten for arrival. Came in silence, creeping steady on another lane, the cries of toddlers spoke in unison of a different tune. On the other side, life has no foes, and peasants are prisoners of long walks while suffering is the breakfast of everyday. The tales of the other side send waves of shock as the mythic nature of its abode waits in peace. The other side is lost in the eyes of hope and lines written are seen like never before.