Indifferent to reasons, that are misled hallow spaces, Consciously masquerading life, Wrapped in clean linen stories, Put away, Like two-hearted swans, Single body of expressions, Distressed with realms of control and pleasure…
Indifferent to weakness, A culpable mind thirsts alone, Mixed thoughts sprinkled everywhere, Unevenly, preserved with muteness of life, Thinking to themselves, Disputing irrelevance of worth, An insignia of incomplete existence, Prey to avarice…
Indifferent to pandemonium, All reasons burn at both ends, Derelict moon dressed by each rising sun, Kisses plague of each day, It slivers skin to thin layers of ice, Depraved, Living insipid life, Adoring antiquity of flesh and bone…
Indifferent to blunders, Uniting each distant discourse, Understanding seems a prodigy of life, Generous with existence and death, Harbored in ones manifested mind, Where manner corrupts each reason, Be it divine, Be it indifferent… thus,
Indifferent to life, Gentle seem the waves of oceanic depth, Hearts in their amber transparency, A staged disdain, Slave to precious air, As limbs melt with coherence, Time becomes anything but immortal, Existence - a simple apathy!