Talking of existence and being,
amidst chaos and misery my heart aches.
In truth, I become a shred of broken life.
Your integrity at a price, anything for sale.
How easily we are degenerating,
absent-mindedly we clamour for antidotes.
At least death is not corrupt,
when it eats the age without a mask.
Seeing without eyes was a great achievement,
I thought.
With no thoughts I watched the immensity of truth.
My choice always had a wet eye.
When the thinking becomes zero,
I enter from smile to grief
your glance penetrates the wall.
I stumble again in light, lung filling with verses,
untitled.
A moon is going to be eclipsed very soon.
The fall of a tender doctrine.
