We live together though
we die separately...

Blankness of canvases and silence of guitars
are pouring over horizons...

Whenever we learn that our past
is not just limited to our memories...

It's often harsh and
unmusical for we can't...

It was very musical though it was soundless.
everything in garden...

Now and here are the same magnet pole
as we go...

I've always walked on your carpet
Yet the carpet is a firework of...

Apple
is gravity...

Why do we trust
the tyranny of sizes...

I wonder if God created you first
or the world...

The breeze whispered to me:
see...

I apologise to the God of poetry
that I wasn’t writhing for the right reasons all...