On the land of
selfishness,
the house built
on layers of
a shaky foundation
doesn’t last long
with ever-changing
conditions.

The one who
holds the
string of a
cut kite,
his/her
desires are endless ie
neither this nor that end.

What kind
of love is this,
what kind of
desire,
that always
leaves the
inner self
deeply wounded ?

Every day
with the new dawn,
the Sun’s intensity (aspirations)
reaches its peak,
and as evening falls,
the light (ie lusty urge) begins breaking out,
even without the moon.

Sleep goes
far away,
the pain of the inner self
doesn’t let the dawn arrive,
the past makes one weep,
the future frightens,
the sub-conscious
doesn’t allow calm and comfort.

This
muddy sheet( web of relations)
doesn’t let one see
through and through,
and with newly made ever-changing
conditions, truly does
offer a new invitation
every day ?

Dr. Shikhresh 11.01.2026