The madman who wanders the streets
Speaking loudly, Laughing loudly,
Has a hole in his brain;
The neighborhood says
I often think, I should make a hole in my brain too
Let some of the burden be relieved,
Let my mind get some air,
And my mind becomes lighter
ThenPerhaps, I too can speak something
Loud enough for others to hear
Those who have never seen me
in the neighborhood can also hear my laughter
Some born from the body
Some unborn in the womb
Some from the heart, some unwilling
How many relationships have I woven so far
Some desires that could not become relationships
Desire could not settle in some relationships
Life faltered, entangled in the strings of relationships and desires
This is how I untangled my tangled life
Relationships compromised with life
I have seen and heard a lot about compromising with relationships
But relationships are woven through compromise, I have woven them,
I have woven them
