It doesn’t make sense to me, Here, anything, in any way. But, maybe it would, In another universe, Existing parallelly. Where we wouldn’t...

Why do we keep asking ourselves, The same questions, Whose answers we don’t like, Hoping maybe, something would change this time. But,...

At one point it became somewhat confusing of what I was actually feeling. It wasn’t the feeling of sadness when you wait for something to...

The mind is full of clutter, Clutter full of thoughts, It wants to do somethings, Or just bail out. It needs to go to new places, But...

​Well, you call the situation different; better than before and containing much more constituents than the last time. Yet the fear of...