Nothing was nice
It was nice to be nothing
The formless earth
Covered with darkness and void

Smelling shit
Sometime Stepping on it
Even crawling in it
It was nothing since
We know nothing or see

Nothing was nice
The colorless flowers
Spreading different odor
For one of the five

Senses among which
Stood corruptive the eye
The evolution was progressive
And nothing was nice

We fall and rise
When there was a hurdle
We bleed and stink
Feeding insects on our body

We eat and get eaten
Within the natures life cycle
Not worrying about the loss
Or pain when nothing was nice.

Our nakedness
We were unaware of
But the sense of touch
Made us aware of it
Knowing where is what

The opposite taught
An accidental touch of
The treasured pleasure in us
Spending it together and alone

We made sounds
Which is unique but still
Undistinguished from the wilderness
With which we communicate

Nothing was nice
But the curiosity drove
Those sound building it into
Words, sentences, paragraphs and so on
Thoughts came along with the evolution

He created us differently
Keeping equality at its stake
For all livings, we survived
Fitting our organized thoughts.



I was waiting
Before and After
the moon
falls and raises

A moment
for which I long
through out my life

My clock
gets tired of spinning
its seconds, minutes, and hours
I feel that I’m dead

And when I sip
the vapor
of the milk
my thoughts reversed.
Oh! I’m still alive.

Waiting of course
is so very
But it will change
when expectation fails

I lived long
I even forgot
that I’m alive
“faculty of wonder”

About death
I have no clue
the curiosity crawls
with life to live the dead

Death tortured
by letting me live
while life tortured
by letting me die

I’m waiting
to find who is pleasant
Death? or Life?


It is
“yes” for NO and
“No” for YES

It means
“I’m sorry”- and
“Fuck you all”

It conveys
things of two
Acceptance and

For people in love
it is everything.
It is nothing
For those who are not.

It irritates
misdirect but
To some exceptional freaks
It brings peace.

when the silence speak
It means not what you meant


Blind child
Floats so mild

bow and arrow
Are so wild
So cruel
To stitch
Two strange hearts
to get familiar

Blind he
Not me
So I can ‘see’ that
I’m not her perfect match

Now don’t give a damn
To defend yourself


Oh.. Mighty Death
I heard
People saying it is luxury to face
The natural death
But they see you not
In the natures bed

Those same voices
curses you of taking life
But they see not your mercy
With which you showed them light

They fear you
Deny you the holy rights
Getting so very tempted
Of the fruit so bright

I know, how kind you are
And let the others too know
Do come and embrace me
Since there are chances
That I may too get tempted