Listen to silence
of pain of heart, where
sun cannot reach.

Write to me a letter
in calligraphy. I want to
sleep in words arms.

I will not explore
any relationship for any
amorous signs.

Lips collide. I
smear the memories on
your forehead.

Will you wake up
one day for me to rewrite
the mercy of wounds?

How shall we meet
before or after the demise
of cooling sun?

The sage of tree
sits cross-legged under the
shade of dilemma.

Would you pray for
me when the thick forest
of hope catches fire?

Between mantras and
peace, comes the bifid tongue.
Half truth and half lie.

A decent price, less than
wages of pain. I have readied
myself for sacrifice.

There was a warning
of earthquake after the bush fires.
Gods were very angry.

My throat hurts, word
by word. I cannot sing, cannot
read writing in water.

You have lost
the innocence. Rainbow
will spread the news.

Word's power splits
the enigmas. The pain connects
the blood of limbs.

The yellow roses
grieve for the silken hold
of dying charisma.

The contradiction
of winds on the tall dome
gives luxury of fall.

You step into fire,
and walk through the flames
to test the truth.

Threadbare life
was beautiful. There was
nothing left to give.

There was no
blasphemy. Love gives
power to forgive.

Vestigial pain
was insulting. You always
feel a presence.

Beauty was intact.
You were sleeping on wings.
Bird was not ready to fly.