Why is it that we humans frown When we see a fellow human in a crown? Are those our insecurities Or our mighty fears, Or simply a desire to have what they hold dear? Why does a smile ignite fumes, when it is simply trying to perfume the garden outside, Since the inner one is in doom? What is this struggle to show appreciation yet feel overwhelmed, with all the incoming beauty, Which is merely a strand? What are these perceptions of feeling the lack, which was never Anyone else's snack? Why take things just to own? to feel that finally you hone the skill of survival and that of fight, when we are just a speck in the expanse of night? What if we were shown the visualisations myriad, springing from each soul in the quest for becoming whole? What is this completeness after which we run, Are we sure that acquiring it would be fun?
I bleed my heart on paper through words.