The knots know no reason
They come and go
Loosened or tightened
At will or not
They know no reason
For their being
And existence
Depends

People-

They look at you,
They don't see you
.
They laugh at you,
They don't laugh with you.

They check out your clothes,
They never check up on you.

It's a herd of million faces
Saying same words in different voices.

make       .                           .    *                      .                    
                      *                                me      ­          *      *
       *     .                 *                  .  *                    .                     ­             *
                *     your                                            *           .              *
   *             .                          *         macrocosm            *                             .          *                             *                                                                ­