Searching a value of “X”
Entered a elite Pub
Faced Daruma eyes without a familiar face
I was Alien to them, and they were to me.
In a drunk state,
Arousing reasons, absence sense
A query of its own
Bar tender placed s/t in equidistance ground
Judging people by the questions, they ask
Who got the skin, who got the bones
Difference between living and existing
A winner and a looser
“Why”, “What”, “Who” : never ending interrogations
Less control over all senses
Dare to answer all noble teachers
In Wiki’s failure, repeatedly shaking a head
Value of a "Signature"
Weights value of your “X”
Found an enlightening answer
Dynamic code of a life
My 2nd thought, "A drunk seems master of all."
Shared from my Anthology, Canvas: Echoes and Reflections, 2018.
