Sometimes it feels like I live inside my own head
Until I step outside,
Look at people,
Listen to their conversations.

We often think that one person cannot change anything
But we’re mistaken,
One often decides,
In most cases.

Sometimes i get a glance
in the mirror when the lights are low
my brows furrowed,
my breathing slow.
I get a glance of you.

It scares me terribly,
to get a glance of you.
I am but the apple,
who rots below the tree.

On the floor of washroom
made me scare
I looked and checked
What it was?

It was the shadow of
cobweb hanging from the ceiling of washroom

Looked me
Like the painful past
Whose shadow in present
Creates an uneasiness in life

if all the universe is entangled
if we are all opposites in order to exist
intertwined
we are tied, we are
victims of fate, bound
by the very nature of the impossible
but measuring renders particles split apart
cut that crimson thread that binds us
for we know our truth
the probability
            the possibility
now certainty
ceased to exist
and so once again we’ll search
left in a maze
left in the dark
my tears won’t reach you
and your scars won’t be mine

How I see myself
is more important
than being seen
by others

Sophistication stems from subtle simplicity
So stop sophisticating simplicity

Silken streams of sense swirl silver shadows deep
Simplifying the sophisticated, in slumbering silence keep

the secret of life is simple and two-prong
one, you gotta be lucky
two, appreciate things when they’re good
because they won’t be good forever
don’t sweat the small stuff
the big stuff’s coming

YOU PUNCHED ME IN THE KIDNEY LIKE ONE LION-TAMER KIDNEY-PUNCHES ANOTHER LION-TAMER, so I retaliated (or responded) by throwing your grandmother off our ship into shark-infested waters after rubbing her down with fresh rabbit blood, but it wasn't really your grandmother (because I like her too much), just a plastic mannequin (or waxen effigy or bronze statue) of her.