Light jumping out of window is staring the dark from afar.
Thank God,my name isn’t in the list of thosewho died or werekilled yesterday!
Does the beauty of life remain alive without making a comparison?
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.
I am gazing– desires unaware of destiny frisk about my mindscape like children.
Desires stay unaware of man’s fragile existence authored by scarcity
In how many minds should I go crazy? Whom should I ask?