When I speak to me
your golden skin listens, stretching
the pigments on your face.

The words disappear after
making tears. I start reading a
name on a shrine.

Everyday the worry comes.
How to remain a human being in
the jungle of sandlewood?

I always said, only you
can do this.The charisma of your
love stitches the cryptic halves.

At sunset, I will forget
my name. There was no second
coming. Where will we go?

Conversing with dead begins.
A birch wood starts punishing the
white roses on black day.

Escorting the ache
for a bath in tears for
the sake of feel.

Love was moving
towards west. Angst of living
on the sands of time.

This was killing. He
will celebrate the blurred
vision of bright sun.

What matters if I am
entering water. It does not bite.Your
attitude will preserve my pain.

What should be eliminated
to keep us in peace. Words don't die.
They float in air. Moon hides- -

The blood leaking from
black sun.. I watch the grief of purple
beauty sitting on flames in burning sky.

Life distributes the ashes. A gale
throws the flowers to weigh your love.
Sometimes I stop thinking.

What is happening behind
the curtain? Death brings the live pain
of fossilized to-morrows.

Come my love, come.
Lets see the tiny pale drops oozing
from the skin of dying moon.

When moon was becoming
bipolar, you were recuperating
painful love by black magic.

To bring down sun's
corpse, I kiss your song, so that
rainbow kills the clouds.

Let's go to the land
between two rivers and collect
Babylon jewels for ever.