I did not come
to hear the echo of my mind...

This world is an insult
to the human soul...

Enlightenment,
a state of consciousness...

Plagiarism
is the vice of those...

Time spills from my hands,
slipping through the slits of fingers...

They come in boxes
alluring, ribbon-tied...

She was crying
like I could never stop her...

The mockery of this world
is the burning to teach to one who knows...

My Nadia was dead!
I knew it like the the dreadful taste of birth in...

I laughed at the whole world.
I...

It was deep inside the wound of that tramp
that I learned to be a gentleman...

_Why does the dead fish still poke on the unbitten...
years after, where the bait and the fish himself...