Words in The Soul of a Newborn

There are words in the soul of a newborn baby, wanting and waiting to be written.
― Toba Beta, Betelgeuse Incident

How unattached I'm from the world

like a pea in the pod, unaware, untouched

contamination will start, as soon as I'll be out

stretched, twisted with the ways of the world

will be vastly different, colored in the shades

pastures of unexplained vagaries will grow

attached, from all angles and sides I'll be, bounded

burned and baked, fully ripened inside out.

Chaos to Organise

There’s chaos everywhere, in mind, in body, in soul

Order is miles away, to look for it I went on a stroll

There's so much clutter in

so young, so green minds

sometimes it wishes to be deaf

sometimes it wants to turn blind

how this chaos will be organized ?

is there any order to look for, to find ?

there's so much clutter in

so big, so ripe minds

No place to go, no place to hide

and we go on to live in our bee hives.