I did not know that with colours you could sketch...

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...