_Why when we are looking for everything,
we would always end up with nothing...

O Johnny, Johnny
these eggs are double yolked...

Like a sponge that soaks
our share of moist...

Centripetal and centrifugal,
two core of an oval mirror...

Nothing exists as absolute,
in hardcore reality...

Amongst the stretch and squeeze of the accordion
she and I...

To break or not to break,
this is the question...

Is the blue lonely
while it is present everywhere...

To Meena Krish
You alway remind me of our friendship. and I love...

I could not believe they condemned me
I even can not believe...

Butterflies hover
over gardens while gardens...

This loneliness is
so boundless because we're all...