Solace is a mirage –it deludes no sooner than it is visible and disappears into vacuum. Nature, it is said, is the last refuge to secure some peace but that too is nothing beyond a la belle dam sans mercy, delusive all through. An insight within opens up a flood gate of tortures and turmoils in volcanic an order where dismay only deepens. Listen to me O! the corridors of the horizon to grant me a bit of strength to undergo the onslaughts of life the way they occur unbridled, if you can and if it is not gainsaid within the precincts of your stony silence.