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?

When equity is
considered, punctuation stops.
I was ready for a naked test.

You can count my
fingers to make a hole. Keep
your hand on a burning candle.

Do not stand in line.
The end will come without asking.
No confidence can prevent the light.

It was not a rope.
O venomous reptile, I am not your man.
After a colossal fall, the poem bursts in a flame.

The border sun was very

shy. Something is missing in your eyes.
Animalism prevails. No human love.

A nameless pain speaks.
You want to carry all the pains of
humanity to the laughing Buddha?

Giving your age was
like replication, was a heinous
crime. It is not my largesse.

How are you living?
Did you study it? Death without
pain? Elsewhere who doesn't want a birth?

Wolves are coming again.
The Jungle goes empty of imperialism.
O clouds give me water.

In paroxysm nothing
appeals. I test the burning home.
Where the pigeons will nest now.

The poetics search
the soothing effect of punishment.
Oh in another case give me Ganges.

Fever comes and goes.
You also survive near the ghats.
I talk only with the absent God.

The salt behaves, enduring
the protagonist. I grab my pains to know
the truth, where the sun is buried.

Love explores the wounds.
Each heart has a saga of giving
away the essence of life.

Two halves want to unite.
Words float in the air, unwritten, unspoken.
Catch them when you are upset.

Adam and Eve.
What was the magic of these words?
Mayflowers have a secret of divining love.

You go for a new journey.
Via commas and full stops. Under the
moon you drink the venom of love.

Who was connecting the
threads of pain? Making life heavy,
O god your name is fading.

When you *****, I
write a poem. I talk to you
even in your absentia.

When I held your hand,
you were not there and you went
on talking about your love for me.

Life has many faces.
Dashes and dots. You run after the moon
and light the candles in line.

You are complex,
I am easy. Some memories speak.
I started reading Gita again.

There was sorrow in
the suffering of a wild king,
he was tortured. The queen dies in sleep.

Will you preserve
the difference between animal and man
but togetherness wins.

The itch persists. I
want to stay at-large to protect
myself in the infant sensuality.

I remember my poverty
daily to become rich. Why did you
remove your wounds?

Disturbingly, femininity comes
to the forefront. The moon undresses
to show the stigmas, doing nothing.

The words are dancing.
Ego changes many faces, but
no shadow follows, where you go.

This happens love
becomes a panic. I cannot touch you.
Why have I lost my pen?

Capricious jasmines of shades
smile. You are me, and I am you.
Where the love lives, static pain moves.

It was not an orb
processing a moon. A spider measures
the length of the distant fly,

I have asked nothing.
The torch wants a pure vision.
Death will not come easy.

It is absurd to watch
the rose garden. The wolves
have destroyed the beauty of god man.

Not fragile, I always
move forward. Theologically, I
will prove who looks behind me.

I remember you. The
morning is still dark. The dust still
covers our peers in the storm.

Rilke, how did you
find the power of will? I do not
wish to write the holocaust again.

You want to make the
pain happy? Like Gestapo you had
picked me. My half-poem becomes the antimatter.

Where has the sensuality gone
in the rose garden? Who was the changer?
What now honeybees are coming?

Between right and wrong
lives our god. Did you ever adored him
to change your gender?

I don't think about
myself, and try to rip off the meaning
of suffering in the interest of love.

I won't listen to the
voice of painful howling of two hounds
near the cemetry. Do they predict the holocaust?

After insane bargaining
you sell the truth in the death of the future.
Life takes revenge for killing the past.

In a rose garden
What you were searching for me alone?
Metamorphosis? Grief will come again.

You cannot compete
with immortal pain. What was
your place in the Milky Way?

Standing in the dark, how much
light will you throw? An inner voice now
calls the end of the road.

What a dream? I
am not a beau, a poet. Trying to
become a genius, a part of god.

The pain was in my
eyes. Why do I want to reach
the moon to see infinity?

The wait of the melting
glacier, to see how long penguins
will live and then men will take them away.

I wanted to reach
you one day. Will you open the door?
Did you apologize for not committing suicide?

No restriction to go
beyond the sky. No objection to end.
Between real you and real me it was dark.

There was pain between
spoken and unspoken words. I have seen
the thousand ants in line to jump on the flames.

My burning moment was
eternity of time in your hands. Can
you shut your eyes to see the world falling?

My abstract was god.
And the pain was very original. It had
no scars. The blood leaks from the heart.

The keynote is in your
brain. Time cheats you. Timelessly
you bid for only love.

We have the same
price. Do not go into the sea. There was
no point to look back again.

The unwritten words
can talk by combatting. The prophecy
speaks in proxy and becomes history.

What was the myth
of collecting all the poisons to **** the
earth? Tools are making a wasteland.

Time speaks, I am
not sure, you have crossed many rivers.
It was the last as an axiom.

A zero can go to
infinity. The demons will come again.
Bells will toll loudly. You **** and make history.

Pray for any religious
ism. I remain in concern to save
humanity. The cheetahs have come.

I always felt somebody
standing by my side to show its
belonging to the moon and ocean.

Last words were thrown
up nonchalantly to invite god. Fever
climbs the iceberg in paroxysm.

Walking on sands leaving
foot marks as if to find the difference
between rhyme and suicide.

The grief was intense
in individualization. I walked on
the singed coals due to rain brutality.

Someone comes from
your back after touching Buddha
in sleep. I did it again. Killed my poem.

A speculation. I am
alone. Who lives for others? A toeless
ghost laughs, but walks very fast.

Water and flares were
walking together. Who survives to
ask the god to give justice?

The deep well of
our pain, shuts and opens. I don't want
to collect the knowledge. It kills.

Love is not yours.
No light helps. It burns the core
of the heart. I have discovered my path.

The silk spreads on
your tongue. No less, it was a lottery
of blood. Not a pathless glory.

Are you going to decimate
the truth? What was ingenuity? Suddenly
an immobile moon.

A dark sunrise. Who
had gathered the sins? Can you
modify the past? Do you still go holistic?

The mythical chariot
comes again and again to take
me away. I refuse to leave.

You were not like you are today.
I think about the cosmic .The duplicity.
Man builds knowledge.

The eagle does not dive.
Sharpens the talons. Snake invites
him to carry him away for food.

It reflects my agony.
I have no connectivity left
with the broken rainbow in the sky.

When I am shot at,
I tell my pain to my poems. No
more homicides of love.

The ******* of light
drinks the mantras. You invoke
the invisible future. I go inside.

This helplessness.
You cannot change the world.
He dares not to live.

This was the purpose
of not killing the ants? You
want to wear the moon?

Some lesser pain hurts,
when rosses kiss. I had been tortured
whole life for saying NO.

A rusted message was
to morph a ****** in black hands.
This was an ambush of embrace.

Love after the violence
has something to say. Pain on
pain enlightens you to meet your soul.

Now you are cut out
to become a wound of god. The
lamp of truth will decide your destiny.

Why do you want to live
in my skin ? Why was this a poison?
What was the weakness of your ascent?

What would be my tale?
Am I competent to **** the Drosera?
A plant eats the insect as a food?

Your own power melts,
when you start learning love. Why
you want to become the black moon?

I am going to stop
thinking about myself. Core of knowledge
fails. I am losing the dialogues.

How long do you have to
drink hemlock daily? The death comes
and goes back. Is it a magic?

Fever rises. Why you
are standing between the lotuses? What
was the secret of creating beauty in mud?

The question is, why
does one die? I catch the flying words.
Mortality takes care of the curtain. Drama ends.

The heart speaks, after
the clouds. Rainbow comes. The
edge sharpens for kindness.

The renegade wants to
come back after the war. Religion may
not agree. Where was the god?

The cost of suffering,
you will not tell, O god I look
at sky. You are dangerous.

The kingdom and the
silent moon. I am not in exile. The echo
of voiceless pain asks me to smile.

Do not go into solitude.
The purity of heart gives a lesson.
Your love will not break a mirror.