Something you were
missing to catch a flower moon.
I will not go for witch-hunt.

Pushing the peak, I
will not bow out. What you
have said was a golden truth.

Black panther comes
nearer in twilight. Blood
has been written on my hands.

Noiselessly you come
in my poems to light the lamp
I ask myself, who were you?

I remember you intensely,
when you move away from gale
I floor my heart to taste the blood.

Do you think tears can
heal the wounds? Does a fall has
a moral to rise again?

Tell me exactly, the
real meaning of love!
Don't say it is a flower lei.

It is also not hornet's
breed. Will you take my shelter
one day. Truth was not worthy of it.

Who fathered the Satan?
I ask. I don't recall you
O my god! What happened?

You are made anew
everyday. Something is peeled off
from your skin. Sometimes blood is drawn.

It is very hurting to
your pride. You cannot walk ****
in your house to invite god of rains.

The sun burns your
wall of truth. Strange, there was
no one to teach history.

Who am I?
I search my name on your face.
You won't recognize a lost coin.

The cadavers move
and talk. For what we lived
to understand our land.

The rose garden has
young Areca Palms to play
with roses in sun.

Your half-surrender was
unique. Going home to find the truth
of end of a beautiful story.

A mid-life pain takes
the memories in lake of fire. The
saga of urgency of moon ends.

Once there was a name
to solve the cognizant problems
of truth. Now prevails the virtual.

Not understood you well.
Me living in myself. Your eyes will behold
what my naked hands carry.


My truth was also your truth,
in same boat. I cannot recognize
my path in sea. Moons dancing with each other.

Let us wait for night fall.
The lines in your rough hands. What do they tell?
I am collecting palm leaves. Who was coming?