How vast does it seem from here,
The ocean of insanity?
Keeping it under the capacity to perceive,
Here comes the breeze with a light drizzle,
Wondering how convivial it is...
I ought to look into it...
As answers for the questions haven't been answered enough!
Like how Rudbeckia appears in March !
Is there a stop to this insanity ?
Rather die than not having a rebut...
For those whose insanity keeps them alive
Shall keep mine too in a parallel universe !
As much as the ocean has to provide.
For materiality is nothing but a sea
Enclosed in an opinionated society.
Where insanity is considered lunatic,
Fragmented portions of sense builds sophisticated notions
living through it builds independence...
Just as the drizzle vanished,
Ripples remained a story....
Bringing in tranquility in the atmosphere
Along with some insanity
For those who accepted it wide enough
to experience, a new depth to the ocean we dive in....
May it bring some insanity,
To the city life as well,
But the desirability upholds in ocean
Just as how it is boundless...
To be born in other world seems tiring,
Let alone filled with notions and barriers....
A small room for me to be insane in this huge society
By sound of the ocean !
Which would be immortal....
