You have taken back
what you had given to me.
I offer my sleep to your eyes.

Shared pain was tangled.
Love takes the defeat. The temple
is demolished under moon.

A chandelier crashes
with piercing noise. Pink glow
vanishes from cheeks of sun.

I was collecting
the stars to welcome you but
there were left unspoken words.

There was no grit
present in the rocks. No reason
to paint love blue.

Trees were talking.
Can we seal the borders of pain?
Who were the vectors of death?

Thoughtless, feet
of clay carry you to ocean
of fire. How your boat will sail?

Why do you take your
life for sake of migratory
birds that fly away in winter.

Let the humming
birds come back I have to
understand staying in flight.

I suffered like
you. Tell me why you were
destroying yourself?

Why does the black
death wears white gown? Who
had said Om Shanti Om Shanti?

O my country, where
the love has gone? I am
stitching the wounds daily.

Your trajectory was
rising. People ride the stars
to reach moon at night.

Anxiety of name.
How to draw the figure of
god who was a giver.

It was your decision
to abandon this earth for
a golden chair to sit.

You used to say, I
was your accident, but you smiled
in unspoken words of pain.

Did you ever make
friendship with scorpions? They
don't change their habits.

It was not matched
with tears. Now you will sleep
in my poems, and I sleep on your lips.

Every kiss has a
price. I love you green.
O magnolia I have nine lives.

This was the magic
of drooping eyes under the
sparks of swaying moon.

Who says god was
very cruel. The goddess was
making beautiful dolls.