Unmasked from
face to consciousness. Transition always
hurts. Pans out in blood.

You cannot sing in the
throes of selfism. The sacred water
reignites the love. You put ashes aside.

The words are nomadic.
Kissing or burning the cracked lips.
I may be hot or cold.

Again somewhere the light
breaks. Darkness rules. The walls were
coming down. Tracing a blood bath.

I had let you go from
dismembered memories, investigating
the remains in the ashes.

The virtual pyre still throws the
flames. Nobody comes back. Only the pains
of burning wood. It will not speak.

What is it? The philosophy
of breakup? The chair starts moving.
Hanging gardens say nothing.

Moon hides the face. Who
does not want to live. Surreal poems
Talk to myself. Cut the hand.

Bleeding won't stop. Eyes
blink. There was history in my pain.
Love and Rosie still engage.

Grammarly it hurts.
The pale eyes ****. I clap and ****
the smile. Someone knocks at the door.

Stage was empty. Not
finding any movement. The seminudes
don't want to display cuts and bruises.

Vertigo. My gloves hang.
Wearing a mask, takes away the vibes.
Words sleep on lips. I become dumb.

Grammarly it hurts.
The pale eyes ****. I clap and ****
the smile. Someone knocks at the door.

Stage was empty. Not
finding any movement. The seminudes
don't want to display cuts and bruises.

Vertigo. My gloves hang.
Wearing a mask, takes away the vibes.
Words sleep on lips. I become dumb.

Groundbreaking. You
were running from yourself. God was
trying to prove his innocence.

My fever rises in winter.
Snow refuses to melt. Blood in veins
wants to come out to prove ******.

Agenda Is revised.
Small things fail humanity.
The water cries in chains.
Cannot come down from clouds.

Alienation begins in myself,
tearing the dome of pride and the
extraordinary ****** bridge.

Life takes a revenge with
the rope. You cannot tie the knot.
between nonbleeding wounds and the blade.

In the moment of fall
I was counting the beautiful days
instead of my random poems.