The world is a ball

With imaginary pain with imaginary happinessA fool a wiseSometimes clever sometimes ridiculousEverything for self and nothing for othersA self deceiver a self liarBelow awareness over consciousSometimes cool sometimes ferociousMad? Insane?Or is he in a self trap?May be or may not beBut, Oh Poetry! Bring him out! !LikeCommentSha

I am not born to be content with this,Cheap and meaninglessLife is more of it or nothingWith out the nectar of strugglesMy death is not worthyWithout sailing the boat against the tide

And the air is cold and dryLike cotton cloud I promptly stand upInch by inch I move to the lureAt the door, open and wide, the bait is laid bareI silently come and gobble it upBut a clamp secretly kept somewhereSuddenly springs up and the way out is closed tight foreverThough I become a little…

Handle it with much careThe source of angerThe creator of ‘’sin’’And the problem makerWhen ‘’I ‘’ is put between‘’s’’ and ‘’n’’.Replace ‘’I ‘’ with ‘’u’’And see with wonderHow the culprit turns into a ‘sun’Guiding you and providing light on the pathYou wish to tread upon.

Let’s see keenly which way it goesNeither left nor right nor a line straight,The name of the path zigzag it takes;Which color it wears and on which placeIt sits and rests next thing I need to seeBefore I do that, a point comes to my mindCould it cross in this way a river or a…

The art of telling lies and inventing themI do not like to be in an ego trip which is the biggest lieAnd merely an idea of feeling goodIn truth you need not to believeIn other words truth needs not any followerThe smile of the moonThe love of the sunThe existence of them isIndependent of any…