Stepping on small spots
of shallow river, I was trying to reach
your bank.I takemy place in pain.

A bonafide crime of looking
at the moon to forget the hunger
of earth in a disastrous fall.

Who was criminal in
court of divinity, when the most
evolved creaturereverts to worm.

Can you take on the sparks
and swallow the flames of hurt eyes?
Every tearhas shape of its own.

A late poem picks up the
smoke of infinity.The house of love
burns slowly. Moon reflects on black wall.

Fingernails were turning
pale.There is no blood to draw. Nobody
wants to go, but end waits.

Erosion has set in.
I am not going anywhere.
Nocturne battles for survival.

Words are growing
like mushrooms, making a
fairy ring around make-believes

A mauve surrender.
You die daily without cause.
No contempt of love.

I don"want to think.
Only ask you, don't move
away from the moon

This is land of fear.
Will not leave you alone.
Searching your home, kissing doors.

Give me some love
plants, like viola and ferns.
Don't bend the fish, let her go.

Is it not like mountain
sickness? I cannot climb the steep
rise to see the burning world?

Let us celebrate the
golden month April.We may not live
next day to smellmoon flowers.

The animal wakes
in you, when moon cries.
I bend to lift the sun.

Blood has no Dharma.
I sit as an amber fossil.The
ripple in dust will not take it.

I am worrird about you.
The mating between words
gets ready to fight stigma.

You were choked being
non-partisan. I was telling to trees
after the travesty of truth.

A contentious bitterness
breaks after the separation from river
of blood.Who has killed whom?

The dark secrets of the
whorling earth will never be known
to aliens.We were not bonafides.

When you stop speaking,
death recreates the birth of
an avatar of blue pains.

Don't hush up. No one tells
the truth. Everyone becomes one's
own judge. Moon was assassinated.

I quote Rudyard Kipling.
"If you can make a heap of all your winnings"
and lose for your love, you are god.