It's a collection of some unbounded poems which somehow might pattern up to the psyche of different phases of our lives. It's how Q/A soliloquies permutate and combine and conclude subtle life events and their chronology. But the question paradox shall never restrain itself from bothering you...would it? We question even the dreams amidst sleep or even the urge to question but we never question interrupting the life itself as the subconscious slowly takes over the foreplay and dominates you to the core. We even feel tensed at the non-singularity of emotions and try to sieve out rationale nevertheless the singularity might bother us too. What if we just tesselate similar to what we see through a fluid in a bottle and feel emotions without having to be dependent on any trigger/stimuli and not ask for once, its origin...It's the closest that we can get to absolute freedom in conscious state as finality was always supposed to be full of nothingness aka moksha.
9 parts