Is there anything that’s ours
Out there
Wearing the garb of commonality?

Hello, do you hear me?
Is there anything out there
Except the earthians

I’m sending signals
To the outer space
Please respond
If you can hear me

Is there more out there
Other than the vacant planets
Or are they really vacant, I wonder

Quite in the dark, may be
My dark is your light

In my beautiful and sane and autistic mind
I need assurances
I need ardent supports
I contribute more
With my words
Why am I not an equal contributor

Yes
I think the world doesn’t believe except for a few.
That I’m an equal contributor.
Yes absolutely. Money calls the game.

No anxiety bothers me

Eastern pride standing tall
Looming over the clouds
Sparring yet friendly
Competitors
Trying to invite
Audience
For their premier show
Only for the aviators
Quite breathtaking
Amidst all the wonders

Handing out myself, my words, my life
To the world of word, world born of word
Leaving with a satisfaction
Strange peace
And love
Of the world
And beyond

One corner of the globe slaying the dark
With exuberance of light
The other corner of the globe embracing
Sweet monsters disguised in evil garbs
Both corners overflowing with treats
Beyond compare
Pick your corner
In the spherical drama

Towering quite over my palette
Delicious array of crunchies
And soft munchies
Celebratory dances hail
In the taste buds
Let the festivities begin
Begin with the array
To please the palettes
Of matter and mind
Yoo-hoo
It’s already in the air

Nine austerities
Another amazing
Venue for self-growth
Arranged in a neat parcel
Reasoned with celebration
Accosted vices put away on hold
Tethered senses pulled back
Reversing the journey
Immersing in devotion