Different from the files of my computer's screen
I stored some feelings in my nervous scheme
Boxes of thoughts pinned with notes—
My point of view.

A folder of love—
A folder for an Altruistic nudge.
Some scrapped thoughts; not to be judged.
I have deleted all files related to grudge.
Thoughts—never fully brained.
Still stored; for the season of rain

Some longings, some unknown fleetings.
Completing the circuit yet questioning.
Hey–What you are thinking?

While my face works like a sand clock
Eyes swingings to and forth- tick-tock.
From something dreadful to something nice.
This muscular something store everything
Each and every vibe—