All that you know me is so nothing without a trace.What you know is so nothing and the river. You know about me is so nothing, all about me is ever a lost echo.So all is not now is a...

In a world where we weigh by ranks in the societyThe richer the betterI am trying to see my selfFor all that weighs in my inner meBut at timesIt is hardI have hard time visualising myself.

  So all that you know about me is so nothing, wind without a trace. So all that you know about me is so nothing, shadow the river. So all that you know about me is so nothing, ever lost echo. So all...

There are such long-forgotten tracks,hidden here within these cracks,between each and every line...a most nefarious sort of design. While the poetry seeks to beguile,such venom behind every smile—meant, then, to be kissedafter any warning is missed. Or so it always does...