This pain was a newcomer,
loading the songs of fire and sea.
Today only a silhouette walks with me.

In black light I miss your
glittering smile, and I was only
for you shuddering in summer.

What one needs now, when
ancestors watch your golden skin and wonder,
from which side, moon will rise.

Incomplete love
was like half-moon. You cover
yourself with wordless solitude.

Unbelievable, non- violence
is very violent. You sleep on snakes.
Everything the moon says is false.

Pass on a pain of heart-
break, where hope betrays to sacred
truth. Life changes color everyday.

Silence speaks one day
between the words without noise,
omitting the pain.

Repetition demands price.
I have to pay the debt of common
text, when we fell in love.

Fever rises with verse.
Sentences were written on quivering
lips to commit for jumping in lake.

Why stroking gold
nuggets, I have become poor.Give
me a brief stop to think.

The desire takes a big toll.
I never wished to divert your
attention, to witness an immolation.

The point was heavier
than time. I don't have an explanation.
At the intersect blood rivers meet.

I hear your voice from far away.
I was still searching you in jungle of pain.
The legend crumbles downplaying.

My poems ask, what were
you up to digging the ruins of love.
Who admires past to know the truth?

In my saga the end never comes.
Death comes free. I remained a fakir. At the
tangent of suffering someone cries.

You were asking a pound
of flesh. What kind of love it was-
to burn the sky at dusk?

In corridors, power
releases honeybees. Rains were
asked to stop in jars.

Scapegoats run toward
the fire of jungle. Himalayas are
falling in deep sea.

Light comes, light goes. You
enter my poems to subdue the stings.
Four alphabets keep me alive.

Why it had to happen.
Missed you, watching you, disappearing
in clouds.Cannot see your footprints.

The yellow dust covers
all the dawn's beauty, settling on
the eyebrows of rising sun.