When your suffering
drops by, something dies in me.
A cluster of stings-

Brings the anaphylactic
shock.I look at the faces to find
out, how many times god cries.

Don't write me on
your lips like an ephemeral
smoke rising frome the castle.

Something was wrong.
I cannot catch your sleeve
after timeless fight.

Standing under the
pine, you wait for the cloud
birth in water.

The sun begins to shut
the eyes. Will die red before the
moon rises.

A dream without
a dreamer wants to reach
birth pain.

Where would you
go in dark to taste the
secret right to burn?

A corona of scented
thorns on your head attracts
the queen bees.

Holed up
in my book
I find peace.

Riding moon, you don't
reach the other world.

Voiceless in
grief the words don't land
on paper.

The salamander
slips back in black hole
to taste old blood.

The holy place
ignites.

Stay with me to
see the blitzkrieg of comets
with long tails to shame moon.

I walk into the
trap laid by clever goons of thorn.
The tulips remain quiet.

The sharp tongues
throw the sinkers in sea.
There was no boat in sight.

I cannot pretend
you are far away like stars
when your songs hug me.

Grass green my poems
wait for the dew drops like
tears of the moon.

My warrior sleeps
in snow, till my love like
sun, wakes you up.

You talk of black light.
I am not sure of which sun
you refuse to touch.

In moonlight your
behavior changes. The space
enlarges for wings.

The flight stalks the love.
Shy of becoming fossil the blood
footprints will speak.