Moonflower, Moonflower,
Cuddled beneath the sanctuary of her father,
Formed by the virtue of love.
Moonflower, Moonflower,
"Let the white lilies bloom!"
Under chastity, bathing in elixir.

Moonflower, Moonflower,
Humans live inside a trojan horse,
Camouflaging, be aware of the feathers of a hawk.
Moonflower, Moonflower,
Nacked-embellished in a silver platter,
Oh!moonflower was so young.

Moonflower, Moonflower,
"You should have let the white lilies bloom,
Preserved  for the spring to come."
Moonflower, Moonflower,
Epitaph wrote in the stone
"Moonflower was so young."

Sky-
Ruptures with melancholy sending down a million drops,
Sought to rejuvenate what has been deemed lost.
I set my eyes on the brightest pearl-
I set my eyes on the final thought of us.
The change, its turbulence, hindering the highest monks.
Land cleaves, lightening bolts-firestorm from the sun.
The chopper sinks, limiting all hope,
All the artefact lunged to its mother's womb.
Harbouring all  ships below the leg of the mourning mountain,
They sing a song to their father-judgement disbanded.
While space is distorted, the land gets barricaded,
The dreams of the lost child thinly evaporated.
Still held, still clutched- the ashes in the sky.
Me and my pearl, we sail past the twilight.
Held under my *****, sharing warmth amid the ordeal.
We rode home in our chariot beading a farewell to the unseen.
All that, and their greed slowly dispersing as clouds.
What remained was love that glimmered throughout.

I wait for a song,
The sweetest to wash my tears.
So when you say you have come
I am not burdened with another goodbye.
I brace myself as your touch,
Withdraws from the places it had once traced.
So when you say you have come.
It will be as if they never existed.

If my soul was to leave this body, would you set my love free?
Would you let your heart grow tenfold, making it big enough to weep?
What prejudice did she serve? That she had to be pinned on her knees.
An injudicious conclusion made by a deluded. Can't you hear your gods plead?
Why were you cursed with love, my dear?  If those hands could never dare to pluck her.
Her naked body, held in your lover's eyes. Staying adrift until you draw her.
If my soul were to ever leave, would you let her bloom like the Aster?
Let her bloom and scout every nook of your heart, and settle in the corner.
The aroma of her modesty will give you the courage to hold your lover's hand,
Kiss and touch the bare bodies until there is no goodbye traced on the palm.
And then when my soul finally peeks down from heaven,
It would look at two lovers, not strangers engulfed in regrets.
My body would prosper with glee, the eighth wonder of the world would be called love.
Then maybe and maybe it wouldn't be such a sad world to live on.

From heaven- From earth.
Beloved's ashes in air.
Tears dry-drown poem.

From the oblivion
A star draws a tangent
Dusting off its tail,
Falls across the horizon.
A thousand wishes were made,
Upon the starry night.
And the best of the memories,
Were brushed across the sky

Hold and pause-
Let your luminance be captured by these weary eyes.
This moment might drive down the hill.
But I will keep them safe above the finish line.

Can I hold and pause?
Let me linger on your shoulder for a little while
These hands might grow cold one day.
But I will keep them warm above the finish line.

When you turn away,
Just let me know.
So that I can hold and pause.
Like two paper planes while will drift away,
Into this dire void tasting the salt at the bay.

I will hold and pause,
I will keep us afloat,
Until we reach the finish line -I'll hold and hold.