If I am qualified to
Go to heaven,

My dear God,

Kindly take me out
Just before
Inability sets in and
Prevent me paying  
My dues for
The precious breaths I steal.

In exchange of this huge favour
I am willing to go to hell

A piano
On your mind-fingertips:

My heart.

A canvas
To my heart-paint brush:

Your mind.

A crow pecks
On its reflection
In a metal plate
Thinking that
It is an outsider

A man smiles with
The mirror
Thinking that
The image is himself

Me
Not me
Not, not me

Earth turns;

I cannot see, but
I can comprehend

You turn;
I can see, but
I cannot comprehend

The three hands,
All keep running,
As if they intend to
Catch the others

Even when met
No breaking,
As if they are in a race

Is this a
Perpetual attempt
To break out
From the clock?

A fake!

The sky-moon
Called the lake-moon

To prove it
The sky-moon hid
Behind the clouds

When it came back
Triumphantly,

The lake-moon asked
Hey, sky-guy,
What happened to you
When I hid behind
The lake-clouds