Scanning

Scanning

At half past seven
You scanned my brain,
And wondered, No ideology!
No ideology means no existence,
It was just like,
Opening the buttons of a shirt,
To make a body nude,
And measure its smoothness and coarseness,
How much attractive a body is!
How much repulsive a body is!
Nudity can be an art or vulgarity,
But when you make a brain nude,
It is neither an art nor vulgarity,
Being different does not mean,
That you are like a show for others,
Do I believe in love?
Or Do I love someone?
There is a difference,
And when dirt has to come out,
It should come with all evil faces,
Sometimes sending porn to a friend is better,
Than sending verses of emotions,
Because if life is an art,
It is vulgar too,
And let's make a thing clear,
You can dissect a brain,
But not the thoughts,
And my ideologies are like life,
These are nude,
These are unbound .