The lovesick moon
falls into my lap, for the
earth's last journey.

*

Where the tears drop,
the marigolds would come
out to pay homage.

*

Murmurs were rising
I had buried the cleaver
of the bleeding man.

Like a wound-bleed,
the glacier falls in lonely
sea. A river ages inside you,
collapsing in despairing loss.

It was not true, that
you live an impossible life.
On water you may not
leave the footprints.

Beyond human tragedy,
a knife falls on the gospels.
Stunned at the edge
of tears, I tremble.

Adieu to Arcadia.
Dust demands the price for
red clover. A dark cloud envelops
the kind hills holding
the sun.

It casts a spell.
A rock licks the moon.

In solemn consciousness,
I wanted to know, why
the shroud was white―
after the abandonment?

Peace or was it a surrender?
Is it the passive victory?
Are we betraying ourselves
in the reign of violence?

Reviving the cult of
collective suicides, I will
take more sins, wearing
the feather-crown.

Going for a black
hole from abattoir, still
dazed, I am leaving all
the question marks on your chest.

Do you know how
to tell the doomed fall?

If time moves,
the spark will remain live
in space between the eyes.

You were a concept
what didn't fit for you.

We say it casually―
the ghostly pouncer
was a blight.

How the appetite to live
gracefully was, becoming stronger?
But the eye contact was waning.

You look back at
your footprints. Where they
had taken a wrong turn?

The triangle refuse
to play chess. Nobody was
taller than dice.

Inch by inch I
followed you, when I
grabbed at you it was a cloud.

When you become
a question, I had
no answer.

Lingering in secret
alleys, I turn to
fragile defence.
And a bird is shot down.

There was no time
to hold the time of arrived, for you
to come late to join
the festival of home coming.

You were me, once
upon a time. No I don't change
the game, when the gun
was pointed at me.

There will ne war
In death, you will ultimately
become deathless.

After the storm
we should stop putting
up the price for the
kiss of death.

A Titan falls.
A prince fails.
The princess weeps.

Don't mend the vase.
Dismembered, the rose has left.
The stones get the peace.

Take off the mask,
I will read the elements
bit by bit.

Have enough. You
will be thirsty in desert of
moonrise. Sands take revenge.

Dandelions search.
There was no love-shift.
It is the nature.

For a believer, it
was impossible to fill
in the blanks. We were
the rarest pygmies.

Afraid of each other,
trying to demolish, the windows.
We scramble for awords.
We remain unstable.

Don't move, don't
touch me with your sacred
hands. I break down when
I **** my poems.

I shall wash my
hands again and again.
The stigmas won't go
in icy moonlight.

Water grieves for
the moon, it will not get
the honeydew.