Everything is running,
seemingly towards somewhere...

I am
a pendulum...

Life is not easy
for easiness is death, hence...

Like a little sparrow
lost in the rain...

All these roads are the resultants
of the lashings...

The rain is gone.
The trains are gone...

I do not wish to live
but my mom's illness...

Just being a drop for you,
is enough...

An unbitten apple
is the apple that is dined by its own worms...

like waves
on the faraway shores of soft sands...

A dandelion was yielding to its yawn
on the fluffy mattress of sunshine...

You are a star shining brilliantly
far away in sky...