Speak less. The setting sun
behind you casts a shadow.
Can you plant a kiss-

On dry lips of moon.
A songbird was playing with
fire to jump in flames.

My hands are singed.
I was trying to collect the
melting wax of eyes.

In unconscious you,
it was defeat of reason,
I am trying to define life.

A bodyless thought
gives birth to misconceptions
I count your fingers daily.

Why did you show
me your hand wearing a
mash to hide the ****.

You tell me, why did you
hold my hand to climb
the purple hill of flames.

On your lips, I had
planted the kiss, not to burn
the shroud of the goddess.

Why life was so cruel
that whenever I lighted the
candle, hurricane reached.

When moon tries to
cover the sin, who was fallible
in the ring of fire?

The centuries ask, whence
we failed ourselves, when
god was watching.

Who created the
memory of stone,
infallible from the mount of truth.

The night at noon.
Will you come to light the lamp?
I am trying to write me out.

The surrealism bashing
continues. I am searching your
trapped face in ***** water.

Why are you sad
after knowing what was
unknown to all the stars?

Why the sky cries
red for the clouds? Sun has
not come to burn me.

I never got enough
from you. The pain comes
between truths of life.

The anniversary comes
and goes I stand at beach
to see my ship wreck.

Night descends in your
eyes. Planet wants to enter the
footfalls of moon.

You drink my song
from lipless heart. What was
the range of bullet?

An altered ego writes
again the history of Buddha,
who was still unknown.