No Plans

I did not plan this

This was not my dream

Only tired reality


Still the depression

Looms like a huge bird

Waiting for its pray

To come out into

The sunlight

In Process of Thinking

Different times, different monsters

When the thinking and the mind

Runs on high-speed

We have to deal

With all those things

In our mind

All that bagage that

We have been moving

Around for so long

Then the pain is so intense

Realising all those missed


Trapped Inside a House

The best thing about quarantine is

Something unknown

The will to escape

Planing new adventures

Outside my home in this


A pleasantly dangerous world

Safety is an optical illusion

Only the stupidity is genuine

At this hour