Flaccid ideas create a trail- an uninspiring landscape Mere selfish thoughts are wound tightly; a strenuous life Jealously burns longer than the lights of the day Singes the beautiful night too- dreams run away Life is a mere formality as it stretches feebly over a reality Poor language emerges the only means of communication It fails- only misapprehensions and failed relationships Carnivals of mindless frivolities … Continue reading Where it Begins