Judge not by what you see or know publicly.

The void inside increases towards the unknown infinity.

Sight of hearing the space in disguise – morphed into strange lifelessness.

Dust laments the soul but lost in action.

Detach the body as clothes to the human self.

Concur to others in order to find the feeling of being alive.

I’m nothing but an entity,

spiritually existing calmly –

Between the natures of life.

Words represent the fault proposed mind.

Gazing the eyes paves the way towards the soul attached – underneath the world.

Action to reaction is the conceding playground.

Nonetheless, power stops the overhaul of the great sorrow. 



Image : The wanderer above the sea of fog