Vinayak Manikkedath

Senseless
Is life.
Stupid...
It's followers.
...

I liked to
have a life
in the midst of
greenery,
...

Those silly little things
I'm sure
Which makes us happy
Which gives us the drive
...

Hunger
The solution to all ire…
Which does not let us think
It is the ultimate salvation
...

Blasphemous,
Shame, reproach
A thousand nerves
Tearing my insides
...

Courtesies,
A boon,
Of civilized societies…
Whether,
...

Silence,
Of another
Is respected
As long as reason
...