Have you ever seen,
how the moon rises to tell the
story of slaying?

December was white,
I scramble to plank the blog
was to warn you.

The stillness quivers
words flow in icy air to
fix a tattoo on your arm.

You give a hearty
laugh, winning a race on
stingy thorns.

Your secret journey
begins like an odyssey to meet
your eternal pain becoming a god.

I was extremely
hurt. Your taped lips won't kiss.
I will die hundred moons.

Can you give me
freedom from the pink rocks
of salt and snow.

I think, I should not
drop your name at the edge
of my trembling poems.

I walk in sleep
to listen to your surrender
before the bald eagle.

You were always in
hurry to shut the book
of life without reading it.

It was to happen
from known to unknown,
sibylline hands held the head.

This was my first
love to catch the tears of moon.
Honey drips. From where bees come?

After I gained you in light,
I lost you again in deep dark.
Birth of venus was rehearsed.

Why did you paint
your name on forehead to
attract the dying desire?

The poetry decides the
fate of falling star on the hey,
before you burn your port.

It was yesterday's
sin. The poem like a lovely
face starts a monologue.

In infinite dark
you come like a prayer,
I shiver like a temple.

Nobody wants me
to depart, under the stars
like a genetic gain.

The moon was on.
Light was dim, I was still
grieving not to touch you.

My apology for
saying goodbye. Breath to
breath I gave you my life.

You will change one
day, in rattling bones, trying
to make yourself whole.

Living in heart only
for transient love. Was it possible
to become immortal in poems?

One day I will meet
you outside the moon. Where
our embraces have gone?

A street car stumbles
on rocks of broken windows.
Now I cannot see your face.

What was left in
our hands. I read daily your
lines. They cry every night.

Sometimes I will not
tell you. You had shown me light.
Do not go in storm.

Let me unlock the
known. Knowing too much
was curse of unknown.

What you want to
say was a predicament. The
problem of non-loving hurts.

Can you exist with
my humility? I will touch
your eyes colour.

The time of sorrow and
sorrow of time are not same.
Do not break the silence.

Let me reach the
zero point, where I didn't
want to go.

The hymn to saddened
goddess, will always belong to
sender of black roses.

I will ask a question
after seeing you. Were you
ready to receive a non-killer?

The coming of my
rival was a blue shame.
I did not touch your lips.

The sun wakes up
and the dew shines again
on your flickering lids.