Unpoisoned you,
the day sun died. Who
will rise now from dust?

What will happen,
if I remained uncollected
by you. Lips will not move.

It was a majentic
call. You manipulate the moon
to become my lover.

Between you and me
stands a winter solstice.
Light the candle, it is very dark.

Let the maniacal thought
remain pregnant with surrealism.
I will go north, you south.

The curves again rule.
The temple trembles. We go
our own ways to meet god.

The dead man speaks.
What was the truth? Partly
guilty I will show my birthmark.

Moon always left
the memories in snow, when
I was talking to sun.

You were not born
in a day. It took centuries.
Give me time and space.

Lying on bed of
thorns, you revoke the curse
of moon to remain amputee.

This was signature
therapy to become secular.
You rub the side of flame.

My dissent was
natural. Cannot speak any lie.
Will listen to my ethos.

Always waiting of
your footfalls to spend
the rest of life.

If I must go,
will you say goodbye to a
lone tree sawaying in fire?

The romance of
river was unique. It always
gallops to meet a planet.

Till you speak, can
I kiss you, so that nightingale
sings sweetly.

Your deep and dark,
eyes always send the
boatsto find harbor.

I was at unease.
The violence grips the
daises, the grass and lilies.

This human race
wants to revert the suffering
of cacti in rains.

Under the eyes
shade, it was thorns and thorns
all the life.

I have come, I am
hurt and I bleed.
Darkness burns in my brain.

I forgive you for
all the flaws and all the
crimes to give me peace.

A dimpled moon
crosses your path. The surred
loop empowers me.

I catch the fire
of loves echo in valley
of tears.

Don't break this
mad world for the sake of
your enemy's dream,

A tiny dot grows
into a big wound of your
lips to write a poem.

The blood-colored
pain overwhelms the eye
of hiding Sun.