Not Complaining, Just Saying.

Wow! 
Just a word to say, Complain!

I saw my older posts this time, and was surprised to remark the its Me only, who have composed those words.

A little time had changed, and I have got a little mature to know about some privileged rights of my own, to be counted can be a word to speak and express myself.

I am speaking a little of my experience just to a extend the view of dramatic shows enacted by various people around just like puppets on the stage.

Except such panoramas, there are memories, I don't want to discuss them right now.

About Complaining, its the work of the weaker, that's what I use to say and believe in my earlier years.
Theory is still the same but there is little change in the priviledges given to everyone in the mature, whether they get acknowledged about them or not.

Complaining is a tradition followed by the minority and the weaker section of human ability.
He wants to make his words clearly listened and let them be the way he wants, thus creating mess and undue chaos in the perpetual discussions of human  psychology.

I know it seems a little bit late to understand what I am trying to say, but in simple words I can say that Complaining makes a Man weaker than what he could do by creating such a way that could possibly or probably make a clear sense out of the chaos rather than begging for changes in front of the people who came from Sand Times i.e people of minor complexion of executive powers.

Since, the words seems much much much stronger to reach the weaker but all that comes out is nothing.
And what I complained right now is my weakness that I want them to think why create such options which make you rather isolated from your destination.

Just a word for complain but a big debate in me to present it to you.

Yes, I complain, through the core of my heart, to let begin some fragrance through beautiful flowers thrown in the mud so far unaware of what has been done to them so far than discarded.

Its my weaker heart saying these lines along a stronger heart to change the world so far and to transist anyone's opinion within a split of some drastic words and some unpridictable lessons.

I say come and let see how aggression can you show before the eve of my heart can bow to you and your unfair destiny.
Not too far is the day, I will be with real actions rather than having some texts poured out of the messy indications of the destiny and fate though this mind owes some undefined legends, through little only can I say.

Unknowingly can I predict a change, through me to others in my way, not complaining just saying, that something needs a bath, through showers of intelligence and real deeds.

I wait for that time...