My human conscience
will not allow me to go for eye for an
eye. Not proper to make a shrine.

Have you learnt to
live? Life is always struggleful. Go
greek. I will not give my pain to you.

You become possessive,
when you are empty handed and you
want now to hang from a mango tree.

An original love is
like a gold nugget, shines. This discovery
you want the sun's shelter for purity.

Tell me, is it the truth?
Neglecting a fallen man as a
holed tongue creates a story.

I want to see justice.
Science is becoming a god.
Live comfortably, but risk was there.

Keep your distress and
suffering- away from yourself. Not
you cry, not me. Neither killed anybody.

Blessing the moon,
why do you go for a bonfire ?The clouds
will walk on burning coals.

The roses will come to
embrace you one day and you decide
to stay on the dead water not to go anywhere.

It is obvious. In the
loss of meaning, hundreds of questions
arise. I have not remained me.

At all times, my
words scream. What has been
left behind? For one small thorn, I bleed.

Every noise appears
a foot drop. You were not coming O god,
no love reaches from the pain.

Why were you so
hurt to stand the test of exploding?
Love in the body is cool?

The heart pain moon lands
in the arms of death flowers. The
comets start following the sun.

What was enlightened
religion to explain, what is life?
Let Plato speak what is death long truth.

It was war of moons.
I want to live to see your
eyes. Mad you are Mad I am.

I am confused. If
god was true, there was no
lie. The communication must stop.

My poems laugh with
Me. The individuals cannot exist.
From where the dangers come?

Staying in house, do
you remember the sun? There is always
a hidden pain. Our ends don't meet.

The streets are moving
without you. Dirt is increasing. The
winds take away all the poems.

Lot's of love. It is pure
and genuine. O god why does the
moon want to divide us?

A nostalgic dream.
I live alone to meet the god.
Who were you to hold the prayers?

The genocide. Why does
it happen? Was it a second suicide
to hate the love of words?

To take solace, you
put your hand on heart to tell
the truth. The poem was true like milk.

Was it your happiness?
What is the definition, in soft water,
or like in the air. No one lives in a vacuum.

That is not the boulevard
going to the temple of invisible gods.
You were always moving in a sleep walk.

Hallucinations tend to divert
you. A study of human nature. I was
an outsider in my own house.

No answers help.
Can we become old together?
My wet poems were for mankind.

You carry the weight of my
love. I am trying to discover myself
You need noises to live. Silence would ****.

The moon was my soulmate.
Don't make death your friend. I am
asking god to change his style.

Let me think. Death
is your mother? Of life? It feeds you?
You cannot abandon your body without asking?

Think again. Who loves
you in the realm of chaos. The anchor
breaks. Let you swim now?

Socrates teaches you how
to die. Timeless pain tells the truth
You cannot refuse drinking hemlock.

O moon, you bleed
therefore you are immortal. Trying to become
real being to write the agony of darkness.

Was it a collective
crime. I look at the sky and
see the distancing stars.

Tweet at me. The sun is waning.
Why is the world alive? Few glittering
stones are ready to die.

We are all liers
No love is made. Racism? Tell
your agony. Money flies.

The faith is negated.
Talking to sun. Lot's of misery.
Savageness. Anxiolytic prevails.

How will you look at
the moon? The muse! Can go
silently for a suicide?

I am not you. You
are not me. When the different stars
meet? Another black hole is born.

Sitting for silent vigil.
Do not know who had died first
in the memory of first love.

There was no equation.
My tears split. I would not find you.
O god to love you forever.

I was living inside me.
How long, the end would come
one day? In the dark there was no paper, no pen.

The quality of ascent
is failing. Inch by inch blood is diluting.
Living will be a rarer event.

Is it possible, you
can throw a death in the eyes of
weeping moon for bargaining?

You were an illusion .
O immortal. My myth explodes. The
agony rises. Make me sleep. I want you.

I want to squash the
moon's face between myjk palms. Will
you take me? You start crying.

Who was not hungry?
The words are disappearing. Only
the ghost voices cause the torture.

Today bare love of
moon is with tears to miss a lover
behind the colors of rainbow,

I have killed my ego
before you. This evening a biggest glacier
will fall in the sea of intimacy.

Give me pleasure daily.
I will bargain for the nightful sparks
for your rotating pink eyes.

Lifting my zero
gravity, you bite my arms
to take revenge for throwing roses.

I am collecting the
ruins of the future. Part with me.
O my past, you bleed.

It is warm, it is
cool. You cover your head in the rain
I open my heart when you come.

Were you a ******,
I asked my poem? Unmitigated.
Don't tremble. I stand by.

After narcissism, love
opens the door. You were too naive.
Your thoughts levitate.

I redeem from my rebirth.
to distract from manipulation.
My legs move without asking.

Deep and black were
pains, making an arch to give you
presence of roses.

Portraying the slavery of
love. No need of heart's moon.
A thorn whisks away the wish.

I warn you to bury
the knife along with the burial of
my poems. I have never seen the blood.

A search of a tomcat
begins. The chaos of the gods has wrong
effects. Never ask the almighty, why to die.

Everything belongs to
you. Life was ungrateful. All the steps
had fault, but gay blessing goes on

Beware my love, I am
water, I am salt. The tears are in my
eyes. The crucifiction starts.

A crowd of gold
diggers. It was a risque. The lineage
leaks. Blue blood remains unhinged.

I refuse to learn.
Illusion hangs off me. Who said live
dangerously? You are walking on rose petals.

Where will my pain go?
Each word becomes an alpin to draw
the blood to write a poem.

Between blue and black
the moon peaks in harsh winter.
Are you in the emergence stage?

Give me the sacred
water. I want to salute the eternal
beauty. I was an observer.

The butterflies dance.
to celebrate earth's marriage.
Ganges invites all the followers.

I cannot do this,
cutting my thumb, to build the broken
heart. A succinct story sits in the sun.

You ****** my peace
of third eye. Now I want to cover the
saga. The abstract will give torments.

Any confession plays the
trick. You are wounded without words.
It was the modernism of love?

O god, the time in your
moment dies to watch the nemesis.
I pick the snakes between man and cheetah.

Your pride if wronged
bleeds in my poems. We all are destroyed
by changing the name of Supernova.

Sometimes the god turns
into a fakir to share the agony of human spirits.
After all it was your creation.

O god, the time in your
moment dies to watch the nemesis.
I pick the snakes between man and cheetah.

Your pride if wronged
bleeds in my poems. We all are destroyed
by changing the name of Supernova.

Sometimes the god turns
into a fakir to share the agony of human spirits.
After all it was your creation.

What you want to
say? A shocker to dismember
the life to find a rapture?

Crossing the greens
of truth from lip to lip the tears
stand. Why do you live to save an ant?

Lame duck will go for an
ambush? What was in isometric
love? My bones stand for justice.

When I was laughing,
I lost my poems. After the iron grip of
venom and fangs there was revelation.

Are you a good listener?
Great poets are on the return. My
thumb prints the key to open the mausoleum.

Will you see the truth
of ****** of a prayer and the questioner
comes to know the flowing blood.

Was it a religious death
by obtusing the karma? I don't want
to seek the oldest human.

What goes out of the body
by burning the love ? I am being
churned in humanity in broad daylight.

What takes you to the end?
One thing matters. We are forgetting
the language of man. I want to give you flashes.

The thirst of newness
makes you move away from the crowd of
grievers. I ask the moon, why does he cry?

What was the ritual, when
you seek redemption from
the bonfires of forgotten love?

In fact, sorrow was
a beautiful heritage of truth processors.
You make a temple, and god breaks it.

The blackout was
risk of adventure. Do you expose
your navel? The toll of love?

Can you figure out the
drops of red rain? Who is to blame?
Who was drying the sea of tears?

My poems are free
from stigmas. Blue are the hands
holding lips. No snake charmer coming.

I don't like.
The smoke on the occult love at
silver moon, in god's favour.

Choking on some words,
you continue to survive in brutal ways
I remained silent in a tower.

Here the currency speaks
to make the way for peace in a world
of howling screams.

I am sad, you cannot
walk with me in the search of the
door bell of a dead temple.

Terrible, it was fluorescent.
Shame some globes are turning dark.
You are cool and cannot stop.

You are going into yourself.
to meet the dying end. No immortality.
will save the melting Himalayas.

The time flies wearing
the past. I hold the stone pain to
prevent the future to commit suicide.

Do you love the phenomenal
knocking. Some pure faces open the
eyes to stop the death. I'm ready to go.

Something stops you, before
you ignite the road. No rain will
come to save the poor's corner home.

Who wants to die poor
near the sufferings? You were wounded by
unknown power. How much was true?

No desire to make a
new world. It was unbecoming. No
time to think about yourself.

Tonight you will lose
yourself. O venomous snake. Ending was
unending. A poison enters and a poem screams.

These are not my
words. The knowledge sinks in mind.
What is now the result of meaning?

Everything cracks, counting
the dark lips of undying betrayals.
You walk before the burning moon.

There was no preface. No
End. The middle book was a discovery
of the author called by many names.

Pulling the sun down,
a state of love comes, but pain
was not mine, You were my mirror.

How long the lamps
will go to search the mind to
reach the death of an unknown name?

The timid fame was the
last blunder. Each god sheds the crown
of pure reality. It was an eternal call.

It was a difficult
hunt for truth, when life stabs,
sun sets and moon comes out.

Can you talk to the
breaking mirror, why the stranger
goes to plums to swipe off the tears.

Stroking the pen, I
write about the hell, how to find the punished
angel for stealing my happiness.

It was over, the
charisma of the rising moon. But
inquisition has no tolerance.

I have been wrong
to become perfect. Life demands
the pound of flesh for thinking.

Something misses to
come near the Agni and someone freezes
you without water. Where the love has gone?

It was over, the
charisma of the rising moon. But
inquisition has no tolerance.

I have been wrong
to become perfect. Life demands
the pound of flesh for thinking.

Something misses to
come near the Agni and someone freezes
you without water. Why future betrays?

When your lines follow
contours, you become straight.
It is very difficult to remain simple.

Life is scandalous to
hold the round figures. Your stamina
is tested, when you talk about Cleopatra.

I am blood and the
muse. The paper remains blank
till the scream comes from the grave.

The moon dies every
day when a sun was killed. The innocent
lightning was burning all virgins.

Surely this is a dream.
But I am digging out the remains
of buried enemies to apologize.

Waist- high the pain of
peers does not stop. You want to go
to the beloved land of tears.

Beauty will never perish.
Write my name on a star, I will
crash on the white moon.

When your hands are
scented, I invite the wind to spread
the fame of dark blue sacrifice.

Whoever will climb the
grapevine forget the oath of
becoming a sage in the dark night.

Immaculately, I etch
your name on a tall tree, pretending
to love the unknown pain.

A terrible femininity
appears, but is escapable for a gory
theme to bring down the god.

I will collect all the
names of sins to be punished
like Sisyphus. Tranquility comes in blood.

Empirical formula
was a mad arithmetic. The art of
love fails the calculations.

Let me contribute to the academic
race beyond the mountains of knowledge.
Do you find any god?

The Egyptian fear comes
back to make mummies of dead
bodies of success in love.

In my repose, I
go for an illusion .The new legacy
has a queer say. No kissing.

A hostile love breaks
the earth to enter the hole of gifts
in the fading pain of success.

Living for only bread, but
no salt. The sweetness betrays one day.
A dead person gets up after sleeping on a pyre.

Give me your night,
I will make a sun. The prophecy
is not true. You remove the disease.

You step into the red
water. No mercy. There was too much
blood in the melting glacier.

I am surrounded by
words. No empathy. The wounds invite
them to come and stand in line.

Sparking the old
pinch a fabulous star flips you
to turn in the chair.

The vanished time
comes to know when the end starts
of taking revenge with yourself.

Nothingness teaches
you. I live in my aches to find the
answer of all time wait.

No hoax. I am dating
myself. The body displays the
culture, a suicidal dharma.

Who delivers the pain
and who was the receiver? The resilience
of love pokes my sanity.

The ****** comes, when
the sun and the moon strike. The
tears of the dead sea want to give salt.

I found again, my
poems, the haunted imprints of
shattered hearts in gothic style.

Poems twist. Old words
are disappearing. Love changes the
meaning. Underground seeds explode.

The foundations begin to
crumble. Would I ever see the justice
of the will to reassemble the grass?