I never know what I am gonna write next

The words delineates my impulsive notion

I believe in those conspiracies of the world

Making me to discern the quantum code of my soul

So here I am, flying across the space between words

And whipping up whimsical waves of notion for you

Gather information and make sense of the world around you, even while responding automatically to the sensory information.

I am not your cup of tea. Please don’t get ridiculed yourself.

You are making your level down, forgetting all your standards.


Don’t expect me to smile always.

I have my down moments too.

Anything could be compromised, but never your integrity

A wrapped present Can always cheer you up. But the notion of getting it for you is the real present.