Things change. We have no control.  Life and death are one. Fear sets them apart. When man chooses, sooner or later he must kill. Love gets killed first, always. Man judges, man compares. Man seeks a why, a why for a why and a why for the why of a why.  He is thinks to live is to suffer, he knows nothing of joy! The first step is to laugh. To laugh clear as day, cool as night. The second: to breathe. The third: to bask. The forth: to pass.

A page of Hippocrates falls too short to drape the lust for eternal days... Better first cover  your murderous ways!

The eye of a storm is closed. It knows to deliver its blows.

If only it would care To rear its head And shake it out - the Rs and Fs rolling - It'd be a throb! You are in a funk old lady, I know And you on your highest horse, old man Let's leave it To our feet To ride waves Or fill upturned valleys with road Right upto the groins ''Those glasses are a fake aren'they,'' you look at me. ''- So is the hair. Let's be friends''.

जमीन झोपलीय. बी जागं आहे. चुळबुळतंय टाहो करतंय त्याचा आवाज पुरत नै तिचा पदर हलत नै बिच्चारं बी, त्याला काsही कळत नै. तू झोपलायस की मी जागी आहे?

Perhaps non-living things are not 'non-living' things They are perhaps dreaming brooding feigning waiting Are we then a hint of prince charming? An answer escaping or visions alarming?

Ah! That's a sandwich! a man on top a man below and us sprawled in between, what comes munching on remains unseen.

We had a waiter. Solemnly he'd pour another glass - we were only 2 ' There's never less than 3, remember that ' he said, ' It casts a gaze thicker than soup if not served, It might even follow me at might. I live far away, you know And old bicycles jitter And my dear wife Answers first the window - No I wouldn't want a guest beside me; Noisily they wash Their warmth usurps seats Good bits of fish all go to them - Frankly, we don't enjoy that. ' The next we met, long time, yet I thought I remembered. ' How are you? How's wife? ' I asked. - ' She left me.. she ran away, yea. Now it might take a year or two But I'm sure to find a good girl. '

I see You cannot be seen I see myself Do you know that Yearners take in secret our pulse swallow it and stir real soft like a sunken watch? And I here, am glad that there's nothing we can do.

There's a quick sound of 'evil' in the word 'civil'.