They come marching . . . The night before an exam,  interview,  festival or  celebration.
They call the visit a mere chance
With no crooked intentions.  
In human clothes when they come
They trade on my pains.
A machine  of  exchange they run,
To the netherworlds beyond my gains.
Every pain on my nerve grows their ego-filled pleasures.
Cruel, sadistic stones they are.
Never know a human child!

God is kind to me
My heart is not bleeding.
My nose is but flowing
And my naywe paining.
But WHO enforces
Unbalancing tricks . . . ?

Farthest World
You haven't reached this world yet, of mine
You, the distant viewer.
My words are no arrow
And aimed at none.
If you feel provoked,
Wait a moment, meditate . . .
I am no more
But you are still there!

Mind
It is so simple,
And faster than reading?
Just a plugin
And, ****?

I love cats
Not as much as I used to
While I was a dear darling child.
They asked me, why?
And I told them once:
I learnt my lessons in life
Not to be a cat
While you haven't yet.
Guess what happened then?
They all just disappeared!

Without Love . . .
I am,
"The Eternal"
But
A Neural Machine.