Let ‘x’ be a variable,
A variable, trying to find a constant coordinate,
Which plane where it may lie upon?
Is a question it trembles to undertake.
Let ‘x’ be named Satan, Subhi or Lakshay,
The former name blinded by the values of his freedom,
Subhi, a variable wondering where to land with its creative clay,
Lakshay, forming a hyperbola all the way from the negative planes.
One moment in the chemical curfew of the nerves,
The other, assembling their existence on the physical planes.
Oh, let ‘x’ be a constant one day,
Away from the other factors of the world,
In a parallel plain,
Where greed, creativity and curiosity,
Will not find their stay,
A void to time, an empty room of incest,
Dreaming of the plane, where ‘x’ varies with names.