love for originality.

like the morning without its sun
or the green grass sans mist
life which is a borrowed expression
is nothing but zilch.

books with shiny firm pages
cars with gleam and luster
"Want me and Desire me"
they ll seduce your eyes.

your fidelity will find its smug corner
sitting under a confident veneer
to keep u sane
u ll always remain the same

just like the lives that are lived
without any invention without any regression
imitating the animals
happy with procreation

on the last page of your diary
there will be the question
if i existed
how i imagined?