Sound IIIWho the hell am I? Where the hell do I live?In those certificates or On those online accounts or online avatars?W-H-O T-H-E H-E-L-L A-M I-?I'm fighting. And I have any idea what they’re, Could be my ‘Others’- you, society; Traditions, customs; practices and 'That'.I’m a product of social clashes and bindings, I bear the dreams and Unfulfilled ambitions of many!Where is mine? 

Sound III’m scared!I’m lost in the midst of these dramas,I search someone, but never near. I want to flee from these cultured pretensions Of social class and status. I flee every time but they catch me each time. I'm in the midst of plenty, but lonely! I envy them, For they walk alone in the woods and deserts. They have the world and What do I have? Academic certificates, Ph.D. ; religion and cast certificatesIncome certi...

Elegy on a Night Party The paradigmatic shift in the conceptual map of my liberal and revolutionary platforms of radicalism, existentialism and humanism make things aesthetically absurd and practically effective. Living in the present and progressive tenses of time and space I tend to contradict my ‘Other’ (purely theoretical), who was conceived as a result of Theory and Philosophical classes. Receding past bequeaths an u...

Sound. I envy them, for they wander. They live in deserts and woods, And they wander. They know the language of the desert And of the woods, For they live their lives the way they design. No one calls them back- Home, parents, peers, And no one. They live, they see; they feel, They hear and they do, For they are not captives of their physical bonds. I'm here, Around the unknown languages and figures.