Somewhere a pin
drops in pitch dark. The deity
appears incognito, rising from dust.

I was dying for
your truths after separation from
myself in a disturbing moment.

Grave danger was for
eternal lovers, like swans, would
fight sincerely to die.

Nature, she was
playing with us. Any savior becomes
a man eater in savannah.

On descent the body
explodes, to become a silhouette,
to attract the creator.

You were endangering
the earth O destroyer. Was it
devotion or crucifixion?

When life burns out.
You create a colossus that will
ultimately destroy you.

Pinnacle of success
brings loneliness. You would
search yourself for company.

Who will not sit
for your wake, when somebody
pulls you out from pyre.

Once you were a
walking tree. Drifting. No one
stops planting the seeds.

The pangs. Moons clap.
A renegade makes a temple to die.
Therewas no other space left.

I will not call you.
Your book has been soiled.
I cannot read my own writing.

Killing myself
creating a new man, breadth
by breadth without birth.

Ash smeared on your
forehead, you move towards setting
sun. Flames write your message.

On the chest of dead.
There will be no past, no future
in the dust of fallen warriors.

I lost my soul.
You should not have left like
a thread from needle.

What could not be done
was to take liberty with alphabet
of life. Why pain comes without words?

Something turns my
past, after anointing young
poems of abdication.

I want to forget
my gains of deliverance in-
reopening the economy of pain.

My logo was simple
to carry your own cross to prove-
that I can rise from dead.

The numbers hurt.
I cannot touch the awards for
throwing my dreams one by one.