Mystery is a mystifying creation within us,
it runs in our blood.
No matter how much we know a person,
no matter how much of open book a person is,
there still lies lies a part of them which we never discover.



Our philosophical heart inside our head,
gives us the pool and hole where all the emotions lie.
That hole is the black hole inside our head,
filled with infinitesimal emotions,
uncountable number of thoughts,
different plans which remain secret from the world.




The secret of universe holds the multiple personality,
that we come up with,
according to what life offers us.



There lies the 'real' us,
which remains hidden from everyone,
a secret between us and us only.



We cover the universe,
using the pretty sparkling stars,
called the smiles,
called the tears,
called the anger,
around our loved ones.




Our soul is the universe,
our emotions and feelings are the black holes,
I am the universe,
you only know a only part of me.