How a player use repetition…


An unknown person messaged today, which was some times ago a known person...

That's how he played with words:

" You forgot to smile..
I loved you..
You hurt me..
You came back to me..
You left me..
I waited for you..
You are mine..
You are mine..
You are mine.."

How should a person reply...

Fairy tales in adults..

I once said, that I didn’t believe in fairy tales. Fairy tales never tell us that the princesses in the castle might be living an unhappy life. It also doesn’t tell us that a courageous Knight doesn’t win against the evil dragon and is swallowed up by the abyss instead.

Those nostalgic stories in our youth would fade away with time and became a meaningless sigh late at night. Now, I suddenly realised that love might be the last fairy tale. God has left for adults. It makes you willing to believe that in this world, someone will come to you by overcoming all obstacles and seriously write fairy tale that belongs to you with the truest heart and the deepest sentiments. A poet once said, that people didn’t live a lifetime or a few years, months or days. Instead they lived in a few moments. I want to thank you for making many moments in my life, so dazzling.

Philosophy of ‘Is’…


I cann't hold,
faces that was mold..

I cann't hold,
untunned rhymes of my wounds..

I cann't hold,
the shame of being cold..

I cann't hold,
phases of being a joke..

I cann't hold,
tears for my own cone..

I cann't hold,
reckoned stake for stole..

Now,
I cann't find,
the philosophy of 'is'
in my own role..

Vulnerability…..



Put the paint on my nails,

just to cover my IQ stains..

Irrespective of colors, and their attitudes,

use the hollowness of my own wounds..


Holding my plastids in their banks,

wrote the consequences over their stamps..


Aesthetics of stories, influence the mechanism of defense,

labelled the organisation by liberty of stamp..