I see the leaves tremble, do they need a blanket? Do they also feel the chill out there?
I believe winds whisper, I hear the ‘ssssssss’, do they keep secrets?
I m sure there’d be some moments when birds just wanted to swin across oceans, may b retire from flying.
I claim I have a soul, I’v never seen it ,for that matter none, yet I’m so sure of the inanimate.
Even a cigar burns, all across, perhaps the pain’s inevitable, then why do v experience Ecstasy?
Narcissus fell in love with his reflection, I love my Being, within and without, does that make me enter the darker side of the world. We glorify the love for the opposite sex, for the country, why not for self? What else did we fight for ,back then?
People occupy almost every position with respect to me: beside, above , beneath, at par, along. Why don’t I then acknowledge the presence of different people inside me?
Why do questions spring up?
relevant or not, logical or not, answerable or not? and why do we find answers to them, once they are categorized among the not’s
Who thought of the first thought? Was (s)he aware of it being a thought?
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