When you march
fast across the path
dont fail to look
down under the steps
...
It calls
Cooes I recall
when I was a child
it was very mild
...
When words replace silence
thoughts give way to presence
of some vague sense
that tortures you without essence
...
the earth quaked
eating innocents
babies and kittens
beasts and brutes
...
solving all equations
puzzled by problems
interacting with confusions
searching the truth behind illusions
...
the baby cries
with a single syllable
you wonder upto skies
and offer all things and lies
...
Upon the Cross
he shed his blood
he who blooded the world
was nailed by the world
...
It was the night of nothings
silence caved in with everything
feelings smothered by numbness
...
I am reduced
to a grain of sand
lying in the Ocean land
I was up at the mountain
...