Why not now

And I know not how to not say that those who know me, must know that I am saner than sane; but what is there to know when the country likes to hurt those who look different to the ones who come for over there; I know that I have angered some and I am Sorry; I am Sorry too that I know this secret, but how does it help to hurt us peoples so? How does it help to control the population growth, when all it does is hurt the future so? I Know Not What to Say I can go for dinner in a little while, I know not what to say here in this little diary of mine, It is sad today or not, I know not, Maybe it’s fine coz it has been sadder than this, And the lows that I have felt have gone for now, Coz there is hope that things will look up and it will not know sadness for a while, Or will it?

 I stay in a one bedroom place, The thought of going to which hurts too much, As it is quiet there without my three; Two have been there but it is not cosy, A sad place that I must go back to, And yesterday I learnt that even Meditation I can’t know too much, This as the Doctors still force feed, And, what the meditators don’t know is that meds are just used to abuse, To detain and retain the one who is more sane than the sane now!