The reason we keep on going
is that we are not going anywhere...

Yet eager for more
noticing in the mirror...

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

The puddle always individuates itself against the...
even the rain constantly increases the puddle...

Butterflies of poetry
forever flutter in their reflections...

liberty is not a hymn or an anthem,
a slogan...

Crescent is your laughter
the slit of illumination...

They would go after
your dreams first before after...

I stood up against unjust
-not how a sitting man stands...

The tranquility
in between cats and fishes...

Life is hiding death
as much as death is the cause...

_To those who have a soul_
The shrine of loneliness musing...