on this nakedness i stand
convinced
that soul of mortality
is many people
life is not a confirmation
of dust to dust
i bagged my fear
my doubt unbagged
i stop my voice
my steps crypt me in
when i lie, between
my doubts and my fear
another me is busy
digging my grave
when i lie, between
my doubts and my fear
another me is busy
researching the steps
of being dead
grave is a market
full of heart's desires
if our past are the
lifetime of another
then our past memories
are our grave wealth
if there is no beauty
in the grave, then
there is no death
and every yesterday
is the craft of illusion
today a jokes
and past a dream
a wondering mad man
yearning to be
un-understood
a life, losing its function
into the journey of another life
a soul devolving
into the life of another life's
and space and time
becoming our path