O Irish, you were beyond
the pain. Why were you blind?
Put a smile. I will kiss you again.

Let's annihilate the hate
of black sun and spread the chador
of moon on all the lilies.

Why the saline drops
are held on lips when you cry in
dark? There were many fireflies.

The sheen of hidden
power explodes. When you touch the
moon, it burns your hands.

A mascot tramples the
ship.Journey was half done.I am
gathering the smoked remains.

Was there any end of
night for a sage sitting under the
banyan tree for penance?

Collecting the cinders
to make a fist of conscience.My
questions burn, remain unanswered.

Why the beauty had made
a moon to paste on your forehead?
I would not live without you.

Why do you stitch a panorama
on face? Age defies all blind attacks.
I can count blue rings under eyes.

How you make the money in a
house of mirrors? Negativity becomes truth.
I am scraping my name from board.

Your self-portrait is
spilling the colors. Subject was
changing the title to **** story.

My mate your bed of thorns
was ready for crucifixion. The soul will
not come out of body to take revenge.

Do I love you in absentia?
The changer sits quietly. What
you are not, I am.

Goldylocks comes again
on my paper. I am shedding one
by one all my bearings.

When the life meets
death, I stand on no man's land
to find if any spark was left.

My caged wish was to
give you freedom. Step by step I am
coming down with open heart.

The goldilocks scrambles
to meet her rival to feel the
human pain.My trembling hurts.

A swan stretches her neck
to condole the fall of moon in lake.
Out of hope come the nuggets of tears.

Moon wanted to bathe
your singed feet with moonlight since
you were walking on simmeringcoals.

A honey soaked watershed
divides a holy stream.Thick very thick
tears will roll down on time's cheeks.

You will start make-up
with pink eyes.Time to celebrate the
rising sun to pick handful of stars.