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