It came.

Maybe with influence

If not brought upon by preference

Learned for competition

Though love made me forget

Indifferent if yours or mine was better

Harnessed unknown words

That seemed to dance and play around

As my hand scribbles and my mind repeats what I see.

They formed nonsense, stories, chaos,

Miracles, worlds and words made-up and not


Ego tells it is innate

Reality forces that it is learned

My soul sieves no sin in engagement with –

POETRY – perforates perfectly.