In life's drama, art
of dying is played daily. Not
a single word I would write.

Whenever my mind reads
a bleed, you start washing my wounds,
presumptive to do something.

You are not another one,
a prawn on the heap of catch.The
prayer descends from sky to sleep god.

I will search you again
in the mudslide of truth. The
endless thirst makes the earth run.

When you recite my
poems, a black hole opens the-
mouth to **** them in. I let the stars weep.

A deep darkness descends
to test the power of buried light
in the grave of white lies.

One in a million, I
found you. My inner core was wet.
A black cat follows me.

Who were coming
together on the burning coals, to
discover the meaning of life.

I wanted to know,
how moon kills me, when I
was inhabiting the blood lake.

Sometimes I want to
throw down the gauntlet to―
fight with gold nuggets.

We remain divided in
silent pains, in a spat with
gods, after losing the lives.

Can you calibrate my
agony with jasmine's tender white
flowers? They wilt like me.

Cheek to cheek
I plant a kiss in full moon,
when you stand in flames.

Before you left, why
did you bless me with ageless pain?
What went wrong in your epiphany?

Why you wear a stone
mask? Your eyes remain dancing
to play with immortal laughs.

Something remains unsaid.
Again my pain rises. My ******
thoughts move. A moon exits me.

Predators were coming soon.
Between stars distance was increasing.
I stop looking in mirror.

I ask you to bend
the curves I want to walk straight
to watch rebirth of love.

Live children
between you and me,
breathing last.

Viola blooms
near spikes of flames.
Your hands tremble.

How will you live
without moon in dark
night of terror.

Hope flattens.
You love only yourself.
Earth, breaks water.