No acceleration in the falling speed
of a feather oscillating...

These gaudy people,
they all are nothing but ears...

A black butterfly
sprinkling the dust of its flutter...

I am he who built the Persepolis,
Babylon, the wall of china...

Sky said to a tree:
How could I invite a protrusion like this...

The respite is shortening
like my hair in the barber shop...

I was tiptoeing on the bough of a bird’s elation...
As much as the bird was clinging onto my finger...

Did you know
that the whole world...

In war rather than
saving their lives, they unleash...

When you hide behind
the beauty of your dear masks...

O little Orphan boy, little orphan boy
you do not need to hide your fear anymore...

The hands of time are
the drumsticks that beat on the...