The dream too thinks twice, gets filtered to go softto be seated on children’s eyes.
I like desires like childrenand their playsthat tease me now and then intoknowing life.
I want the fever to grab me forever and want you to be my fever.
Desires stay unaware of man’s fragile existence authored by scarcity
Thank God,my name isn’t in the list of thosewho died or werekilled yesterday!
In how many minds should I go crazy? Whom should I ask?
Does the beauty of life remain alive without making a comparison?
I am gazing– desires unaware of destiny frisk about my mindscape like children.
Light jumping out of window is staring the dark from afar.