Shaleen Rakesh

I'm not like the letter O perfectly formed but I enjoy being angular quirky and unpredictable I usually stay aloof and when incited I attack with my sharp edge later when I calm down I again shut up and become elusive carefully guarding the end always open to the world outside.

I sometimes wonder how straight lines feel bumping into themselves at the bottom of every curve? and if that's not enough they continues to swing again after being so rudely put off.

I get tired walking all the way up my two small summits and it's scary to slide all the way down my two hollow valleys give me the small hope of stopping and the illusion of repose

You've got the good fortune to hold depth on your surface a fullness that's based on a single line where no escape is possible into another form your motionless back and forth nourishes you at each of your points the depth of your body is peaceful, almost soulful, and you can keep safely everyone's secret.

Sometimes I wonder how it might feel to be glued together like you than living life in broken straight lines I don't even remember who cut me up Sometimes I wish for want of being an integrated whole to pull my pieces together and feel like you feel stuck together.

You appear to go way too far arranging yourself so neatly and take your symmetry perhaps too seriously you are obsessed with a life of order Do you ever stop to wonder what the future holds for you?