I am liquidating
My ego

When done,
I can feel superior
To everybody

Nearby my feet,
Ants are busy
Minding
Their own business

They are too tiny
Even to worry about
Giganticness of my feet

The long dark lonely road
Extends into the horizon
And hides in the jungle

The horse strolls steadily
As if it knows the jungle

The coachman keeps
Daydreaming
As if he is in his couch

The jungle’s breaths
Sound like warnings  

Sniffing the danger,
Reins long for
Someone’s holding

While Sun
burns my Face,

Your smiles
Sprinkle.

Sunflower,
Why mutiny

The table is 3D, and
So is the orange on it

The canvas is 2D, but
The orange in it
Is 3D

Though
I live with my mind
It cohabits with
Alternative realities;

I cannot mind
This unfaithfulness, since
I should mind
My own business,

For I can’t write even this
Without my treacherous mind’s
Multiple dimensional disorder

The kite,
Floating in the sky,
Is resenting the restraint
Of the string

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