The leaves fall on the ground with wonder grace

And shrug off your junk thoughtsPractice not your superstitionIllogicality will not help youNeither will help you biased logicNor will those for whom you cheatHypocrisy is like a termiteIt will eat you up from insideCome up men, come upAll around is darkness nowLit a light of new ideasBrighten up what is dim and shadedYou can, man,…

and what are they?Canada, Australia, New Zealand and USA.Do they want many more?yes, sirwhat are they?Libya, Syria, Iraq and Palestine.

And fell upon a crack of a wall like a seedRemained there uncared unnoticedBut I took the advantage of all the avoidanceAnd germinated into a saplingWith a strong willWith the help of air, dew and sun raysIn no time I became a plant with huge rootsAnd broke down the wall smashed flatNow every passer- by…

But gets turns and twistsIn the back of my headFully restless and worksAgainst a sense which tellsYou that you are aliveBut it tells me thatI am dead

The fragmentation is an illusionAnd i am trapped in itAs the universe is an indivisible wholeEverything is interconnectedNothing exists separately including good and badAnd the hammer is nothing but my thoughtThe agent which defines the movementOf thought and meaning,And takes things and situations in isolationActually though they are not.

Yet under their rhetoricThey want me to dieFor the countryFor the religionFriend, I am fed upWith their astounding hypocrisyAnd slowly losing the grip of sanityOf my mind like leaves of autumn treeFalling apart, scattered all aroundThe thrust of repulsion is so strongNo courage I gather to collect them uponNo change of winds I seeThe whole…